April Paisley likes it really rough. Slapped around, thrown around, spanked hard, fucked hard. Wriggles a lot, and yelps. In her interview, she says she loves to put up a fight and pretty much get conquered and then she’s sweet as rain and she’ll do whatever you want. It’s a wet afternoon in November, it’s cold and miserable. April sweetheart, you’re just what I needed. I play an old flame of her mum’s. I used to live with the pair of them, got on well with April (know what I mean, heh heh), now she’s all grown up and left home and she’s shacked up with this bad boy and her mum’s phoned me up to ask if I can pop round and have a quiet word with her because she’s worried. Except that darling little April doesn’t do quiet. No sooner have I turned up at her door than she’s yap-yap-yapping, freaking out and saying it’s all just an excuse for me to fuck her again. Which is probably a bit of play-acting to piss me off and turn me on at the same time so that I’ll jump on top of her and ravage her and she’ll fight back a bit etc etc. In which case consider my buttons well and truly pressed, you nasty little slag. We go at it Looney Tunes then the bitch submits and I punish her. Wallop the crap out of her buttocks til they’re a nice shade of purple and blue. Fuck the face off her, lots of gagging, lots of drool. Fuck her like she’s, well — just a nice tight hole on the end of my willy really. Hard and rough. It’s a very becoming scene. Please note that the price we had to pay to shoot with April was another scene that we did for her a few weeks’ later, which involved me being her slave and getting chained up in a dog’s kennel. Don’t think I don’t suffer for my art or for your entertainment, mes chers amis.