WHEN the raging throne sank into the split crown the woman let out a loud growl. He made excuses and tried to strengthen his arms and legs just so he wouldn't get the extreme he was looking for. Her whole face was full of sweat and tirelessly followed each thrust of the man.

Magnus whispered, "The last two numbers, darling."

"O-Oh," instead of a number the girl moaned.

"I never talk to monkeys. Speak properly," Magnus whispered seriously.

"I-It's sixty-nine!" The woman's cry was a scream that was followed by a grunt because of Magnus' grin.

Holding the woman's hips, he sped up in and out of her womanhood even...