April Oneil came into the world April 1987 in Phoenix – five-foot-one, ninety pounds soaking wet, with a tight all-natural 32C-23-32 frame. She picked her porn name because she’s a die-hard TMNT chick; anything comics or sci-fi, she’s hoarding the DVDs and still bingeing Doctor Who when she’s not shooting. High school ended, Jersey lasted four months, then she headed back to the desert before rolling into L.A. in ’07. The next fall she met Kylee Reese, the girls got to talking, Kylee floated the idea of girl-only scenes, April tried one, and that was it – loved the rush. A year and a half later she added cocks to the mix. About a hundred titles in, three serious award noms, and she still smiles on camera without anal or interracial. Claims she’s open, but hasn’t flipped the switch yet. Seventy-K Twitter follows, an active blog, you’ll see her flipping her clothes off for fun shoots, racing around a go-kart track dressed as Trixie, zero hesitation about letting fans ride shotgun in her day-to-day. Turn-ons? She lists them straight: humor, brains, accents straight out of London, actual skills, making out, tits. Takes both girls and guys without blinking. In the sack she’s tiny, hungry, and a brat about it – the guys haul her around like a living pocket toy, hips pinned, knees to ears, using every inch. Filthy little power bottom. Knockout package, built to make you tap out grinning.
April Oneil came into the world April 1987 in Phoenix – five-foot-one, ninety pounds soaking wet, with a tight all-natural 32C-23-32 frame. She picked her porn name because she’s a die-hard TMNT chick; anything comics or sci-fi, she’s hoarding the DVDs and still bingeing Doctor Who when she’s not shooting. High school ended, Jersey lasted four months, then she headed back to the desert before rolling into L.A. in ’07. The next fall she met Kylee Reese, the girls got to talking, Kylee floated the idea of girl-only scenes, April tried one, and that was it – loved the rush. A year and a half later she added cocks to the mix. About a hundred titles in, three serious award noms, and she still smiles on camera without anal or interracial. Claims she’s open, but hasn’t flipped the switch yet. Seventy-K Twitter follows, an active blog, you’ll see her flipping her clothes off for fun shoots, racing around a go-kart track dressed as Trixie, zero hesitation about letting fans ride shotgun in her day-to-day. Turn-ons? She lists them straight: humor, brains, accents straight out of London, actual skills, making out, tits. Takes both girls and guys without blinking. In the sack she’s tiny, hungry, and a brat about it – the guys haul her around like a living pocket toy, hips pinned, knees to ears, using every inch. Filthy little power bottom. Knockout package, built to make you tap out grinning.