Max Hardcore seems to have a new trick. It involves working through his usual round of fingering, fucking and speculum-ing youngish-looking starlets, and then cropping a load, with the use of one of his ubiquitous specula, into the color of his fille de jour. She then daintily squats over a glass and expels the DNA sauce (and Godot knows what else) into said glass and, inevitably, chugs it on down. Yum.

This charming device aside, however, Max World 13 brings to the fore nothing more or less than does just about every other volume of the expansive Steiner corpus, which can be either good or bad news depending upon how brother Max's other offerings have fared at your check-out counter.