Down in Jumanji: Primate Transformation
It slid out into his hand, pulse after pulse, the mandrill-baboon grunting at just how it throbbed and pulsed.
A Royal Gift Of Anna
He gave rafiki a puzzled look the mandrill-baboon shrugged in reply. "we're zulu," he said, "we don't do great floods." (bruma blinked. "flood?" she said.)
Down in Jumanji: Transformed Primate Life
She moaned and grunted, though his softening cock, eventually, had to slip from her, and the mandrill-baboon laid back in the sunshine to relax, rolling onto his side, his tail loose and lacking any tension.