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Rebel Rhyder was born in Phoenix, Arizona, on January 24th, 1994. Rebel was a shy and nerdy youth who spent her time in science club, playing in a marching band and fiddling with video games.

Missed the Man in the Boat

I bet there are some popular douchebags from Rebel's high school jerking off to her right now, wishing they had put a ring on it while they had the chance. You snooze, you lose. If she was awkward looking in high school, she certainly isn't now. Rebel grew into her body and is sexy as fuck.

Rebels measurements are 32-24-32, and she has C-cup breasts. Her five-foot-three-inch frame is small enough to need a stool when she drops to her knees and sucks my cock. Fortunately, I keep several dick-sucking stools at my house for just this purpose.

Rebel got her start in adult entertainment in November 2018 by doing some live cam work. Soon after starting, her fans began requesting that she do real hardcore porn. At first, she shrugged it off, but before long, Rebel was curious enough to try.

From Boring, to Whorey, to Glory

However, her version of trying out porn differs from most people's. To dip her toes in the waters, Rebel organized a local glory hole shoot where twelve random men came, came, and had a good time. Rebel loved it so much that she went back for a second round only a month later.

When people in the industry saw her glory hole work, calls started coming in for other work. For around a year, Rebel only shot porn on the weekends, but by October 2019, it was lucrative enough for her to quit her job and focus on pussy full-time.

Rebel takes a lot of pride in her work. So far, her favorite scene to date is a gang bang with the big black cock titans. It was her first gang bang, first double vag, and first double anal. That's a lot of first-time stretching for a single video. This bitch is ready to go to war for the dick.

Rebel loves to fuck both on and off the camera. Her favorite on-camera position is cowgirl anal because of how great it looks. The camera can pick up so much surface area and detail. Porn is always looking for new ways to fit more of a bitches body on camera at once. Widely available three-sixty vision is right around the corner.

Rebel has worked with a wide range of performers, but there are still some on her list she hasn't gotten to yet. On the top of that list is Kitty Jaguar. Rebel finds her sexy as fuck, and Kitty loves to get as down and dirty as Ms. Rhyder does. Unfortunately, not every lady is willing to dive into the trenches with this bitch.

Innocent in the Streets, Russel Westbrook in the Sheets

Rebel can't wait to shoot more extreme anal porn. It's her favorite. Next up, she wants to attempt triple anal penetration or double fisting. Jesus fucking Christ, this cunt doesn't fuck around. She's trying to score more triple-doubles than Russell Westbrook. To be honest, the interview I'm reading this from is a bit old. She may have already accomplished her goals.

After a triple-double, you don't take shits anymore. When it's ready, the poop just falls out of your ass like a basketball through a hoop. Rebel might not even feel it happen, so it's more like a basketball passing through a hoop with no net.

To drive home how much of a nasty slut Rebel is, she claims to have never been grossed out on set. Considering some of the content I've seen her in, I find it hard to believe. But if true, Rebel is one hardcore cunt.

While nothing has disgusted her, the weirdest content she shoots is vomit porn. Before filming starts, she has to eat and drink items to give her puke the desired color and viscosity.

Sweetest Girl Next Door Gone Wild

Now that you know a little too much about this bitch, let's check out what's happening on her Twitter page. Rebel describes herself as the "sweetest girl next door, gone wild." That couldn't be any more accurate. To all my young readers still in high school or just starting college. Nerds are fucking freaks. You think they read all day, which may be true, but they're reading erotic fan fiction while flicking the bean.

Nerdy bitches cum hard, also. Their pussies have been ignored by dick for so long that the sexual tension has built to catastrophic levels. Be ready to dive out of the way of a squirting orgasm with the force of an industrial pressure washer. I wouldn't want to see one of my readers get cut in half.

She goes on to call herself an Adult Video News award-nominated performer that does her own booking. If you plan on hiring this bitch, shoot her a direct message or email.

Rebel Rhyder joined Twitter in February of 2019 and has since garnered almost two hundred and seventy-five thousand followers. This bitch went from nerdcore to hardcore, and now the world is paying attention. How could they not? Rebel is a rare breed of woman. Bitches like this aren't born every day, so we must cherish the ones we find.

Captain Dark Helmet to the Bridge

I think the tweet currently pinned to the top of Rebels wall should forever remain there. The video clip is the perfect intro to what this bitch gets up to on a regular basis.

The clip starts innocently enough with Rebel gripping the base of a dildo that's inside her asshole. As she begins to pull the dildo out, things turn into the scene from the beginning of Space Balls, where that egregiously long ship slowly passes the camera for way too long. She keeps pulling and pulling, but the dildo never ends. By the time its tapered tip finally flops out of her distended O-ring, over three feet of silicone had slithered from her loins.

While I'm not a Doctor, years of watching porn have given me a basic understanding of human anatomy. That dildo is so long it must have traversed her entire large intestine. I'm surprised she wasn't choking on it.

And in case you're curious, she licks the dildo afterward.

The very next post is a clip of Rebel in cowgirl getting her asshole pounded by Giorgio Grande. She wasn't lying when she said cowgirl anal is her favorite on-camera position, and I have to agree with her. Rebel looks fucking great from this angle.

Not only does Rebel love having her asshole fisted, but she also loves fisting other people's assholes. She recently treated Effy Stone to her first anal fisting, and things went surprisingly well. Rebel was gentle at first, but as Effy stretched out, Rebel had some fun with her. I have a feeling Effy will be getting anally fisted more often from now on.

Rebel loves meeting her fans in person, but unfortunately, she had to skip out on a recent appearance at Exxxotica DC. However, her excuse is a valid one. Rebel will be shooting some "crazy anal porn in Prague" that day. Whatever you have to do, boo boo. You know your fans are always hungry to see your asshole decimated.

She posted a few preview pictures of the shoot, and I'm surprised that Rebel went to Prague to fuck a black dude. I had no idea there were black dudes in the Czech Republic. It seems like it would be easier to fuck a black dude in the states.

From Cows to Pound Town

Perhaps my favorite picture Rebel has recently posted is from her last appearance at Exxxotica. She is wearing cow ears along with cow print panties, cow print socks, and cow print nipple stickers. That look, combined with her innocent smile, digs deep into the heart of my cock. Nothing is hotter than going from cutey to pulling a three-and-a-half-foot dildo out of your digestive tract. Rebel might be my perfect woman.

Unfortunately, Rebel is already called for by Rex Radiation. Rebel recently retweeted a post of his featuring a nude that Rebel texted him along with the caption, "I love waking up to find pictures like this from my wife. I would too, Rex. I think you scored yourself a keeper. I hope you don't mind that Rebel will need a husband stitch on her asshole one day.

Rebel is a unique porn star. Her combination of traits and qualities is rarely present in the same human. She's special, and we need to protect her so she can entertain us for years to come.

I have no complaint other than the fact this bitch is married already. If you and Rex ever want to swing, give me a call.

Alright, guys. I'm fucking done writing this article. It's time to rewatch that dildo pull-out while I stroke my man meat.

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I once got to play the knight in shining armor, but of course in my own shabby way. I was eating and drinking in a tavern near the river when the stage stopped and seven passengers trooped in to dine. The group included one striking woman in a long purple cloak. She stood out from the crowd, like a rose among toadstools, not only because of her dress, but because of her cool poise, striking posture, curly brown hair, dark eyes and voluptuous beauty. She was a fine, healthy woman, perhaps...

Rebel 1777Chapter 41 Ann

For the next couple of months, things went on much that way. The British sat in the towns, enjoying life among the Tories as best they could, eating well and rogering regularly, I'm sure, and Washington worried about where they were going and had his recruiters out far and wide seeking replacements for his still-dwindling infantry companies. We heard all sorts of rumors, even a report that a big Redcoat and Indian army was coming down the lakes from Canada, but basically it was a waiting...

Rebel 1777Chapter 42 Seanna

When I reported back Captain Foster smiled and said I was just the man he wanted to see. Peter McGinn and I were the only members of the company in town, and there was a visiting officer who had asked for some protection while he scouted about and got to know the country. The officer was a portly Frenchman who spoke almost no English but had with him a young woman, who he claimed was some sort of relation and who acted as his interpreter. We just assumed she was his doxy. The four of us set...

Rebel 1777Chapter 43 Rodney

In April, I had an interesting experience with an officer's wife and one of her sons. She was Angela McG-- and he was her oldest, Rodney, a good-sized lad of sixteen, fuzz-faced, long-legged, gawky and eager to get into the fight. He wanted to join the army like his quartermaster father, and she did not want him to. Captain Foster sent me to see her, and I am not sure whether or not he thought he was doing me or her a favor. She was a healthy and handsome woman in her mid-thirties. She had...

Rebel in the SouthChapter 28 Helen

I had one more side trip on my way north, again a pleasurable one although it involved a lot of hard work and very little killing. A woman stopped me from beside the road just after I had topped a rise. She held up her hand and smiled at me, sharing a fine and gracious look. I dismounted. I always had a thing for redheads, and this woman had a rich, dark, auburn mane that flowed well down her back. She was handsome and she knew it. There was pride in her stance. "Need some help," the big...

Rebel 1777Chapter 44 A Pair

Catching the general was much easier than it should have been. He was traveling without a guard detail, just the driver and an armed footman on the seat. We shot them both, tore open the door and found a portly man of fifty or so in a long-tailed red coat, a trim captain less than half that age, a stylish woman of perhaps thirty and a frilly girl that might have been twenty. The women claimed to be the wife and daughter of the general, although I doubted that from the first sight of them, and...

Rebel 1777Chapter 45 Skirmish

In May I reported that it seemed the British were getting concentrated down toward Amboy. Captain Foster decided that meant Philadelphia for sure, and I warned the ladies in Trenton to be prepared to run for it if Howe's big army came their way. It took me two pleasurable days and long nights to do that. Washington then moved down to some wooded hills in what the locals called the Watchung Mountains, to keep a closer eye on the British. While his much healthier and somewhat larger army dug...

Rebel in the SouthChapter 32 Arabella

It took me almost another week to make my report and find that Dan Morgan, Captain Foster and most of my fellow scouts were being pursued by Tarleton's legion in a hit and run series of fights and skirmishes. The British were hitting and we were running, deeper into the hills. By then, just after Christmas this was, Morgan had crossed the Broad River heading west, and, we found out a week later, Greene had moved the rest of his raggedy army, perhaps a thousand men, out of Charlotte and set...

Rebel 1777Chapter 47 Caught

Then Howe's big army just up and vanished. Captain Foster was fit to be tied and gelded. "What the hell do you mean, they're gone?" he yelled at me when I reported I could not find them. "Where did they go? When did they go? What the hell have you been doing? No, don' tell me." "I think they got on ships," I said. "I was all the way down to Hazlit before I ran into pickets and sentries. Fellow in a tavern said he had seen two hundred ships out in the bay. I asked him if he counted...

Rebel in the SouthChapter 33 Cowpens

That day, the 16th of January it was, I looked up the date, we found Tarleton's bunch only about five or six miles away and coming on pretty fast. Captain Foster said the army would be leaving Thicketty Creek and that Dan Morgan was looking for a place to stop running. He planned to stand and fight. I hurried back with my information while Reedy stayed to shadow the British and Tories. He never came back so I guessed he must have made a mistake somewhere. Morgan had camped near a low hill...

Rebel 1777Chapter 48 Ashore

Time passed slowly in my small cell. Rats came sniffing around now and then, and I got some bread and cheese every day. When we got down around the Delaware Capes a few days later, I guess it was around the first of August, they hauled me up on deck and took the chain off my ankles. I could barely see the shore line, and I guess they thought I would not try to swim for it. They were right. A big ship came out from Delaware Bay, and pretty soon flags were going up and down, and the sails of...

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