Salma, the sultry stripper takes center stage again, leading you deeper into her world. With each dollar that slips from your fingers, her control tightens like a noose.

What unfolds next is a scene dripping with raw anticipation: a custom-built combo seat designed to trap her limbs, leaving her utterly helpless yet achingly exposed. Yet, restraint here is only half the story.

Within her reach now lies an arsenal of pleasures and punishments, waiting eagerly to be unleashed. You become the puppeteer, deciding what thrills or torments fill the room.

Salma's eyes flicker with a mixture of challenge and submission, inviting you to explore every dark fantasy you've harbored. With multiple choices at your fingertips, each decision drawing you deeper into a seductive dance of power and pleasure.

The 2D graphics bring every curve, every shiver, every whispered moan to life, making the experience feel intensely personal and immersive. This is not just a strip tease anymore.

Dare to loosen your grip on control and let Salma show you the exquisite edge of pleasure and pain. With her bound and ready, the night promises to unravel like silk - smooth, relentless, and unforgettable.

Step beyond the ordinary and claim your role in Salma’s wicked story. The choice is yours – dominate, tease, reward, or punish.

Riven here is exactly the kind of horny disaster you see at a con hotel lobby at 1 in the afternoon already half out of costume. The game just throws you right in with her and her extra equipment, no slow build, no fake romance, just “yeah, she has a fat cock and everyone is gonna deal with it.” It actually feels like one of those scuffed fan animations you watch on Newgrounds at school computer lab with the volume off, hoping teacher doesn’t walk behind you. Everything is click based, super simple, but that kind of works, because you’re not here to practice e‑sports, you’re here to watch a very smug blonde problem-child from League get used and do some using of her own. The first time her dick twitches and that little animated loop starts, I literally said “ok, that’s cute” out loud. Then two clicks later it’s not cute anymore, it’s just filthy.

The vibe is very commission-core. You can almost feel the client note like “make sure we really see the cum” burned into every animation. There’s a tiny awkwardness in how it moves that actually makes it hotter for me, like those old Flash loops people would trade on USB sticks at cons. Blowjob scene hits pretty quick, and it’s not some artsy fade to white, you see her throat work, you see spit, you see her enjoying her own power way too much. Then suddenly there’s more bodies in the frame and you realize ok, we are not in solo territory, this is proper pile of horny idiots. The threesome bits are where it gets fun, because you get those angles where her cock is buried in someone, her own mouth is busy on another, and the animation just focuses on hips and balls and messy fluids. Sometimes it loops a hair too long and you start noticing tiny flaws, a weird hand, a face that twitches wrong, but then the cumshot hits and the whole screen feels like it was waiting for that moment anyway, so you forgive everything in one second. I wish there was better sound, or any sound that doesn’t feel like a broken panel at a small town anime fest, but the silence almost feels like you’re sneaking porn on your phone behind the cosplay repair table, so it made me laugh.

Gallery on space bar is such a “coder gave up on UI” move that I kinda respect it. It’s like: ok, you saw the ride once, now pick your favorite loops and just go to town. I kept going back to the angle where Riven is getting railed and still stroking her own cock, precum drooling while her partner milks the last shot out of her. Cum flies in stupid arcs, there’s no physics, it looks like someone squeezed a mayonnaise bottle, and it still hits. If you’re the type who always stops at futa Riven art on Twitter instead of scrolling, this feels like that art finally grew legs and started moving. I do wish there was more build up, some teasing, maybe a bit of rude banter, because in my head she’s a trash-talking top who accidentally gets turned into a moaning mess, and here we jump straight into the messy part. But then again, I said that and still kept clicking like a trained animal. You know exactly what corner of your brain this tickles. And if you ever walked through a con hall and thought “if that Riven cosplayer had a cock, I’d let her ruin my weekend,” yeah, this is pretty much that fantasy pressed into a little horny Flash time capsule.

A brief, electrifying narrative unfolds through a series of intimate photos capturing a scorching ginger bombshell and one of her least reserved followers. No hesitation holds him back when he gets close enough to clutch that perfect backside or devour those tempting breasts that belong to his favorite star.

Each selfie reveals escalating lust and bold moves, showing just how far this lucky fan will go to claim every inch of his dream girl. Her glasses slip off as the lingerie comes into focus, sparking his hunger, the tension builds fast and hard. The fan wastes no time, turning voyeuristic admiration into hands-on pleasure.

The fan’s craving grows as he buries himself into her, chasing every moan and gasp. Every blowjob is a battle for dominance, every cumshot a trophy claimed. This is not just a fan’s fantasy - it’s a raw, explicit journey where boundaries are shattered and pleasure rules.

Each snapshot drips with anticipation, daring you to join in. Can you keep up as the passion explodes between star and fan? Explore every risqué angle and make your own moves in this raw, no-holds-barred encounter.

Savour every teasing detail from delicate lace to burning eyes. Every curve and thrust is captured in vivid, explicit detail. Once you start, you won’t be able to look away from this redhead’s wild ride.

Take the lead and satisfy the craving of a lifetime? Experience the thrill of crossing lines with a redhead who’s as eager as you are.

There is something a bit fucked about walking into “your” apartment and your first real conversation is with a ghost that wants to blow you. Not in a fun, fluffy hentai way either. The game sets you up as this unlucky guy from the Devos bloodline, and the place already feels wrong before anything actually happens. Lights flicker, those cheap 3D shadows slide over the walls like they know your name, and then, boom, you look in the bathroom mirror and there’s a pale thing behind you that looks half depressed boy, half succubus. It smiles, and you’re thinking “ok, jumpscare?” but no. It kneels. That whole scene is animated with this weird slow hunger, and it’s honestly more uncomfortable than most horror movies on Netflix. In a good way, if you are into that mix of dread and dick worship.

The story pretends to be about solving a family curse, reading notes on your tablet, digging through old messages and voice memos your father left you, trying to understand who started all this paranormal shit. But the game keeps distracting you with horny ghosts and monster girls that do not respect personal space. You open a locked door with this simple puzzle and a ghost girl with empty eyes rushes up to you, sniffs your neck, then quietly asks if she can “taste living seed again.” That escalates fast into you pinned against the wall, her mouth deep on you, gagging and drooling, then suddenly she shifts on top and you are buried inside her while the UI is still pretending you’re investigating clues. At one point a femboi spirit in tattered underwear crawls out from under the bed, wraps your waist with this thin, shaky body, and just sinks down on you, riding in total silence while distant knocking sounds start in the hallway. Your MC is trying to ask “who cursed the Devos line?” while he is balls deep in a ghost that keeps tightening around him like it wants to drag his soul out through his cock. The game does not fade to black, it shows creampies in full detail, cum spilling from ghost holes that are not even supposed to be physically real. And then, after all that, the apartment goes quiet again, and you’re left scrolling through old diary pages on your phone, dripping, trying to pretend this is still about “mystery” and “romance” and not about how many times the dead can milk you before you finally understand why your whole bloodline is cursed.