Side A
From the distance can be seen an apparition all in silver: from the profound canyons of La Muerte and Saladillo, a shadow of Venus comes riding tall: the ghost-rider of April Adams.
She rides naked, and her sweaty cunt is gently sliding on the saddle with every movement: her fast pistols and her criminal thighs: must be the ghost-rider of April Adams...
She lives caufht forever into the celluloid of a softcore movie; forever caufht into a fuck; caufht, caufht in pleasure forever: is the ghost-fucker of April Adams.
...Only in wet dreams of 1997, she's coming to ride you to death: but don't try anything stupid, she's in control and under the least attempt to possess her...bang bang you...because she's coming to fuck your cock, riding it wild: the rider-fucker of April Adams...
She's pink, and everything around her is silver: her boobs go up and down in the fuck; but you can't knead her; she'll fuck your cock fit like a glow into her honey slit: the slit-rider of April Adams...
Side B
From the elevations of Sierra Madre, to the azure aspects of the Arazona chasms; a tall apparition comes riding: her sweaty boobs and her thigh highs: the demon-rider of April Adams.
The Sol caresses ardent the slightly open lips with a dry Virginia Slims 100's stuck to them: the golden-tubular light of the valley lights her balloons near to Everett while her stallions piss the yellow meadow with their cocks too erected...don't wait for her: she'll just come like a fury, thirsty of anal sex: the anal-anal of Analia Adams.
...The night has to be too bleue, and the meteorological phenomena, too strange, for you to see the apparition of the ghost-rider of April Adams; 'cause she just blowjobs into the drem of a porn screen.
And her vaginal geyser just blows caufht into a high-frequency-sound celluloid forever.
The ghost-blowjober of April Rider.
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