Bayonetta always had this “I could crush you with a heel and you’d say thank you” vibe in the original games, and here that energy is just stripped of pretense and pointed straight into your crotch. The whole thing feels like someone took the idea of a serious witch story, got bored halfway, and said “fuck it, let’s just make her ride this poor bastard until he forgets his name.” You start with the usual set up, some flimsy excuse of a narrative about demons, contracts, sexy power, all that. You can read it if you’re in a mood, or just hammer the next button like a horny squirrel trying to open a nut. There’s this fun moment where she’s mid-dialogue, talking like she owns the whole damn universe, and you cut her off by skipping the text and jumping straight into her grinding her hips down, and it almost feels wrong, like interrupting a priest. A very stacked, very evil priest who calls you a pervert while bouncing on your cock.

What I liked most is how the customization is stupidly simple but still hits hard. You tweak her hair, maybe loosen the outfit a bit more, change tiny things in her look and suddenly she feels like a different flavor of the same dangerous milf. Sometimes I spent longer in those menus than in the actual “action” parts, just nudging sliders, going “nah, more cleavage, no, even more, yeah, that’s it,” like I was sculpting a sin. There’s this one scene where her glasses are slightly different and for some reason it made the rough sex moment feel way more personal, like this was my private version of Bayonetta that Nintendo would absolutely sue over. The sex itself is straight to the point, almost rude about it. She talks like she knows exactly how pathetic you are, rides you, slaps, squeezes, grabs, and the game is shameless about throwing you into the cumming part without long foreplay if you want. Sometimes it’s actually too fast. You click through the “porn bastards” style story, tweak her look a bit, and boom, she’s already on top and you’re finishing before your brain even catches up. It’s like ordering a huge meal and the waiter just slams dessert on your table first.

There’s rough moments that feel really good in a way that’s not nice at all. She chokes you with her thighs, calls you something filthy, arches her back, and you get that rush that only comes when a character looks like she could ruin your life and you’re begging her to. I kind of wish there were more positions, or at least one scene where she actually slows down and teases instead of just pounding like a cursed metronome, but that’s not what this thing is aiming for. It’s more like a quick, nasty fan fantasy where Bayonetta stops pretending to be a stylish superhero and just becomes the terrible idea you jerk off to after too much Reddit and horny Twitter art. The parody side is fun too, you recognize the attitude, the poses, the way she moves her hands like she’s still summoning demons, except now the “demon” is basically your dick and she’s casting the same spell over and over until you give in. If you want to squeeze every drop out of it, don’t rush the first run. Play with her look, read at least some of the dirty story, then, when you feel that edge starting to creep in, kill the self-control, skip everything, and slam your way straight to the ending scene. Treat it like a one night stand where you already know her name but pretend you don’t.

Big-titted Jessica Rabbit, fiery hair cascading over her curves, is trapped in the grasp of the cruel Judge Doom. In the chilling confines of Judge Doom’s base, Jessica Rabbit is about to endure twisted games only someone like him could devise.

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Nobody tells you the first thing you see here is just Violet’s tongue disappearing between Helen’s cheeks, like the game already decided what you’re into before you even blink. There’s no warmup, no buildup, no “oh hey, this is your mom, are you sure?” dialog. It’s just straight up daughter nose-deep in her own mother’s ass, like that’s the most normal family dinner ever. And it loops. Over and over. Every time I told myself “ok one more look and I’m done”, my dumb horny brain hit replay again like I was scrolling TikTok, but for fucked up Pixar porn. The faces are the part that really got me though: Violet looks way too into it. That slow, focused movement, like she’s doing homework, not licking her mom’s asshole. You can almost hear her thinking “I’m gonna make you moan, mom” while Helen’s body just relaxes into it, giving up control completely. It’s wrong on every level and somehow that just makes it hotter. And worse. And still hotter. I hated how much I loved it, then loved that I hated it.

What surprised me is how intimate it feels for something so simple. There’s no huge camera spin or crazy quick cuts, just that tight framing on Helen’s ass and Violet’s face sliding in and out of view. You start noticing little things. The way Helen’s hips twitch the tiniest bit when Violet pushes her tongue deeper. The soft curve of her brunnete hair falling forward when she leans in. That smug “I know exactly what I’m doing” vibe from Violet, like she’s been thinking about this for a long time and finally snapped. I spent way too long just staring at the rhythm of the motion, ignoring everything else on my screen, Discord notifications going nuts while I’m here rewinding animated rimming like a psycho. At one point I caught myself trying to time my breathing with the loop, like it was some cursed meditation app. It’s honestly kinda lazy as a “game”, there’s not much to click or unlock and part of me kept wishing there was at least one variation, maybe Helen reaching back, or Violet pausing to kiss the cheeks before diving back in. But then the brainrot kicks in and you realize maybe the pure loop is the whole point: just endless, taboo, mother-daughter ass worship, no excuses, no plot, no escape button for your conscience. You’ll tell yourself it’s too much. You’ll keep watching anyway.

On an unexpected detour during their assignment, Anko’s group discovered a concealed cavern. Tucked away, hidden from the world, lay piles of ancient scrolls and graphic books loaded with erotic hentai illustrations. Her pulse quickened, eyes feasting on the unmistakable strokes of her most beloved hentai creators. The rest of her crew reacted with shock and uneasy disdain, unable to hide their judgment. It was impossible for them to reconcile the warrior they knew with the lustful secret tucked away in those pages.

Ignoring the uncomfortable stares, Anko delved into the provocative collection with a hunger that surprised her. The explicit imagery stirred something primal inside her, a craving she'd kept tightly under wraps. She bit her lip, savoring the illicit heat blossoming within, the thrill of these forbidden images making her pulse pound wildly.

Her teammates’ averted gazes weighed on her, an invisible barrier forming that both embarrassed and intrigued her. That initial surprise gave way to a curious dance of blind lust and daring confessions, teasing the edges of their disciplined lives.

In the aftermath, loyalties are tested and passions ignite, forcing Anko and her team down an unpredictable path of erotic discovery. Step inside the cave of carnal secrets and unlock sensations that will push your limits and burn bright. Dare to delve deep, embrace the darkness, and let the erotic adventure begin.