The saxophone riff is actually not bad. Caught myself tapping my foot while some pixel dude with a comically oversized cock was getting serviced by two jazz club patrons. That's the whole setup really, a dimly lit club, some smooth music, and three people who really don't care about personal space anymore.

What gets me is the positioning system. Or lack of one. You click around and sometimes the characters snap into something hot, other times the guy's dick is clipping through a thigh like a Bethesda glitch. The MMF dynamic here is straightforward, no pretense about story or buildup. One minute you're watching a couple share a drink, next thing the wife is on her knees and some stranger in a fedora is lining up behind her. The transitions are jarring in a way that almost becomes funny. Almost.

The hard sex tag isn't lying though. Once it gets going, the animations loop with this desperate energy. There's this one angle where the woman looks directly at the screen while getting railed from both ends and I swear her expression doesn't change once. Dead eyes. But the sounds, whoever recorded those moans was either genuinely enjoying themselves or deserves an award for commitment. The squelching effects are way too loud, like someone stirring mac and cheese aggressively. I kept adjusting my volume thinking my neighbors might hear through the wall. The big cock physics are absurd, like a third character in the scene, flopping around with its own sense of gravity. Wish there was a way to control the pace beyond just clicking different positions. Sometimes you want things to build, you know? Instead it's zero to sixty in one frame. The jazz keeps playing though. That saxophone just doesn't quit.