This thing feels like someone grabbed your old TMNT VHS tape, ripped out all the kid-friendly stuff and just left April in the channel 99 porn scramble. You load it up and there she is, the same cocky reporter with the yellow outfit that every horny teenager had weird feelings about, except here the game just cuts straight to what everyone used to imagine in the background while Shredder was talking. No slow build, no fake romance, just April being treated like a fuck-toy in a world where the turtles are clearly busy somewhere else and nobody cares what the rating is anymore.

The whole thing plays like a horny fan’s browser tab that never got closed. You click, she reacts. You push further, she stops pretending she’s innocent. There is one bit where she’s still trying to do her “serious journalist” act, microphone in hand, and two seconds later that same mouth is full of cock and the mic might as well not exist. I actually liked the way her tits move when she leans forward, there’s this messy wobble that looks almost wrong, like the dev didn’t fully test that animation, but it ends up feeling nastier in a good way. There’s no soft fade, no shy teasing, it’s straight “get your dick out, here’s April’s throat” type of pace. You go from grabbing her by the hair to pinning her against some dirty wall so fast that your brain needs a second to catch up, which is funny because the game doesn’t wait for you at all. Sometimes the click zones are a bit janky, like you try to switch from throat fucking to pounding her pussy and it switches twice, so she ends up stuck in this weird half-animation where she’s moaning like she’s got a dick in both places and the sound doesn’t really match. I kept trying to fix it, then realized it kind of turned me on more, like I’d broken her for good.

The “hard sex” part is not some tag someone added for fun, it’s actually the whole point. Her eyes water, mascara almost looks melted, her lips stay swollen even after you pull out, and there is this one frame when you go too fast and her expression turns from horny to “holy shit this is too much” for half a second before it snaps back. I replayed that part way too long, trying to catch it again. Also her boobs… they are not real, of course, but they have this push-up porn look that feels ripped straight from some low-res tube site clip. Nipples always just a bit too hard, always centered perfectly when you yank her outfit down. I wish they’d let you ruin her clothes more, shred the yellow suit, rip the belt off, something like that, but the game is stubborn about keeping the outfit mostly in one piece, like it wants you to remember the original cartoon while you’re fucking her silly. And for some reason there’s this tiny delay after you finish, like a half-second freeze where your browser just stares at you with her covered in cum, and you’re not sure if it’s a bug or just the game judging you. That stupid pause annoyed me every single time and I still went back in for another round without even thinking about it.

Dare to play it alone, or invite company?

Toph is eager to teach Aang many things he’ll need in his life as a future hero... Among these lessons is the art of sex, something Aang has yet to master. Just like bending elements or martial arts, these skills require hands-on practice to truly understand.

This parody minigame plunges you right into the private moments of Toph and Aang as they experiment with their newfound desires. You get to decide exactly which moves they try out, shaping their intimate dance however you want.

It’s not just about the physical act but the playful and teasing buildup between two characters who know each other well but are exploring new territory.

Playing this game means diving into a world where passion and humor collide, where the boundaries of a beloved story are pushed to adult extremes.

So if you’re ready to help Aang sharpen not only his bending but his bedroom skills, this game is your playground.

Jump in, choose your moves, and watch as Toph guides Aang through lessons that go far beyond what the Avatar world has ever seen.

Kasumi Rebirth feels like catching someone’s private mod folder that accidentally got pushed live and nobody had the heart to stop it. It’s just Kasumi, chained up, not doing the “cool ninja” thing at all, and the whole game is basically you seeing how far you can push her body before you get bored or feel weird about yourself. She hangs there in those metal restraints, soft skin, big tits squeezed by the outfit that you immediately start ripping off, because of course you do. There is no fake romance, no “story” pretending this isn’t what it is. You poke her, grab her, slide hands over her tits, pinch her nipples a bit too hard, then harder, just to see if the reaction changes. It turns into this quiet little lab experiment: what if I put fingers in her pussy first, then in her ass, then both, then ignore both and just use her tits like they are toys made of warm jelly. The game doesn’t judge. It just lets you be a freak in peace.

The main loop of Kasumi Rebirth is strangely hypnotic: click, drag, spread her legs, tilt her hips, line her up for doggystyle, then get distracted and go back to playing with her mouth. You pull her head back, slide a dildo between her lips, watch those eyes say everything without a single line of dialog. Deepthroat her with plastic, then switch holes like a bored god with too much free time. Pussy, ass, mouth, back to pussy, then push it in her asshole again just because you like the way she tightens around it. You can masturbate her slowly, tease her clit until she twitches, then ram something inside and go straight for a rough creampie like the concept of foreplay never existed. Cumshots on her face, on her breasts, slipping down her body, and at some point I tried to see if I could cover both tits perfectly and got annoyed because one drop kept sliding off the side in a stupid way that distracted me more than it should. There is also this breast expansion thing going on that feels like someone’s late-night fever dream: you start tweaking and pumping and suddenly her big tits are not just big, they are ridiculous, heavy, almost comical, but somehow it works because this game stopped pretending to be “normal” a long time ago. It is rough, it is ***-y, it is torture dressed up as “gentle play”, and yet the whole thing has this old-school Internet porn game energy that makes you keep testing one more position, one more angle, one more messy facial, just to see how far Kasumi’s body can be turned into a toy before you finally close the tab and swear you’re done with Dead or Alive girls forever.

Homer running off to drink at Moe’s while you’re stuck in Springfield trying to prep for a poker tournament sounds about right, honestly. The setup here is simple as hell but weirdly hot: you’re crashing with the Simpsons because you’re some distant relative by marriage, you need practice for this big tournament, Homer’s supposed to help you, then he bails to go hang with Moe and “train” him instead. Total asshole move, but whatever, because it leaves you alone in the house with Marge. And not cartoon-on-TV Marge, but this thick, curvy, blue-haired MILF version who looks way too good to be stuck with Homer. You wander outside, find her coming out of this little sauna in the backyard, towel, steam, everything, and she’s annoyed at Homer too. That part actually sells it: she’s not some instant slut, she’s just pissed at him and a bit bored, and you’re standing there horny and disappointed and kind of desperate for poker practice. It doesn’t even try to hide the porn logic. One second she’s talking about how she doesn’t believe in what Homer is doing, next second she’s like “I’ll help you practice”… except she’s going to be in the bath while you play. That’s the whole excuse for the strip angle and it kind of works because it feels like one of those stupid decisions horny people make in bad fanfics that you still read anyway on F95 or some random Blogspot with 20 popups.

Gameplay is literally poker, nothing fancy, so if you ever played some strip poker flash shit back in the day you know the deal. You sit across from Marge in POV, play hand after hand, and every win nudges her a bit more out of her comfort zone. At the start she’s still doing the whole “I’m just here to beat a pro” thing, soaking in her bath, casual, but once the chips start going your way she starts losing clothes and that classic Marge awkwardness turns into this shy, guilty excitement. It’s the kind of pacing where you find yourself intentionally slow playing, not because the AI is smart or something, but because you want to drag out that moment where she’s half turned away, water running down her tits, pretending it’s all just a game of cards. There’s no complicated meter, no affection grind, no inventory nonsense. You win hands, you see more of her, you keep pushing, and eventually you’re way past “practice” and deep into hardcore Simpsons parody territory. There are a couple of points where the expressions look a bit off and her face slips a little too close to goofy, which kind of kills the mood for a second, but then the next scene has her breasts pushed together and you forget you were complaining. It’s like when you swear you’ll stop watching some dumb porn on Pornhub, then the next position hits and suddenly you’re fine with everything again. And yeah, the whole thing is cheap and a little trashy and the writing stumbles all over itself with “relative” excuses, but if you ever thought Marge was wasted on that yellow donut addict, this is basically your chance to sit at the kitchen table with her, shuffle a deck, and slowly turn poker practice into something you absolutely can’t explain to anyone in Springfield.