Game starts in that slow, sweaty way where you think it will just be training and grinding stats with your sensei, and then suddenly everything goes to hell. Two royal looking bitches crash into the dojo, collars and heels and smug faces, and you barely have time to breathe before you and your teacher are chained up like trophies. The story pretends to be about “rescuing your sensei” but most of the time it feels like you are the one who keeps getting captured, toyed with, pushed around. Which is good. And horrible. And good again.

Every new zone feels like walking into another woman’s fantasy of power. One world is all silk and red curtains, older women lounging around like bored queens, judging your body with lazy eyes while they decide if you’re going to be a servant or a toy. Another one is cold stone, iron cages, boots echoing on the floor while some empress type makes you kneel just to talk to her. The game really loves that moment where a woman leans close, voice soft, and tells you exactly how small and pathetic you are, then uses your dick anyway like it is royal property. If you like being in control, you’re going to hate this. Unless you don’t. I tried to play “dominant” the first run, choosing the most defiant answers, and the game almost laughed at me. One milf slapped my choices away with a single line and pinned my arms like they were decoration, rode me like she was proving a point, then called it “training” with this mock-sweet smile that actually made my stomach twist.

The 3D models are messy in a way I ended up kind of liking. Tits are big but not all perfectly symmetrical, faces change expression mid scene in slightly off timing, physics sometimes look like they are drunk, yet it all fits this weird dream feeling. There is one empress with this strict haircut and huge chest who leans too close during interrogation and her nipple clips through the armor a bit. It annoyed me, then suddenly I could not stop staring only there, reloading the scene in incognito Chrome like a complete idiot. The adventure bits are surprisingly not lazy: walking through ruined temples, desert palaces, corrupted gardens, picking choices, losing fights on purpose because you want to see what humiliating thing they do when you fail. Combat is not deep, you mash through and then you lose or win, but the punishment scenes carry it. One of my favorite moments was getting captured by a “priestess” who looked gentle at first, then strapped me to some ritual thing and edged me while reciting sacred lines about male obedience, only letting me cum when I begged in a way she liked. Another time, an older queen made me lick the dirt from her heel before she even allowed any nudity, which felt oddly more intense than the full-on sex that came later. Not everything hits: a couple of zones feel like filler, one character just loops the same “I own you” line until it loses bite, and the pacing around the middle drags because you walk too long between scenes. But then you meet another cold eyed ruler who treats your whole heroic quest like a joke, sits on your face like you are just furniture, and suddenly you forget you were annoyed five minutes ago. The game keeps doing that. It stumbles, then grabs your hair and pulls you right back into it.

This one hits like a fucked up Valentine’s card somebody dipped in blood and spit on. Oridelle is not a “heroine,” she is a girl who died, got dragged back, and now thinks the only reason she exists is to suck off the guy who saved her. That’s the whole emotional center of the game: her on her knees, him on the throne, and you sitting there clicking through that sick loop of “thank you for saving me, please use me again.” It feels almost too intimate sometimes, like reading someone’s horny therapy diary that got infected by a horror manga. The tone flips a lot. One minute she is this soft, almost cute corpse-girl whispering how grateful she is, and three lines later she is giggling like a brain-poisoned bimbo about how her mouth is “perfect for him” and nothing else matters. It is erotic, yeah, but there is this rotten taste under it, like you bit into candy and it was raw meat.

The horror wraps itself around the sex instead of fighting it. Every time she drags herself back to that coffin, body resetting, clothes fixing, face going back to the “normal” Oridelle, it feels like watching a save file overwrite a human being. She goes out, gets broken a little more, comes back, looks the same. Inside she is not the same. You can feel the split getting wider, her real self trapped under this shiny, porn-brain alter ego that thinks being his perfect cocksleeve is holy work. Some scenes are almost boring in how focused they are on his dick and her mouth, and then suddenly one line pops where she begs him to call her by a name he gave her, not her own, and it hits harder than the actual blowjob. The game keeps telling you, quietly, that she is already dead, just not all at once. And still you keep clicking, because the pacing is like a slow, dripping faucet you kind of hate but keep staring at. Sometimes the writing leans too hard into “bimbo talk” and loses that fragile, tragic vibe I liked at the start, but then there is a moment where she hesitates before opening her lips and it all comes back. I wish there was a way to pull her out, to give her a route where she looks at him and says “no,” but the whole point is that she will not. She crawls back, every time, happy to be used, proud of how empty she can become for him, and that is what makes the whole thing stay in your head after you close the tab and pretend you are just going to check Twitter.

Andrew thinks he is just dropping a box at some weird rich lady’s place, then he blinks and suddenly he is the box. That is how this game feels. One moment you’re a normal delivery guy, the next you’re naked on cold floor with a collar around your neck and three witches arguing if you should lick their feet first or their pussy. The whole thing is set inside this magical house that looks kind of normal on the surface, but every room is like a trap for your dignity. Doors move, furniture stares at you, the staircase literally kicks you back down when the mistress is not done using your mouth. You have that classic “choose what to say” style, but it’s not polite choices. It’s more like: do you kneel and call her “mistress” now, or do you try to run and get turned into a human sex mop. As a CYOA nerd, I liked how one wrong click and boom, you’re chained to a bed giving sloppy blowjob practice while two of them laugh and use magic to keep your jaw wide open.

What hit me hard is how they play with humiliation. Not just “haha you’re naked” but deeper stuff. There is a scene where the redhead witch makes you scrub the floor with your tongue, and each stain you clean she uses a spell to make your dick twitch harder. She keeps asking dumb little questions like “are you proud of yourself, delivery boy?” and if you answer wrong she hooks her heel under your balls and presses, very slowly. Her tits are huge and always in your face, like she knows you want to look up, and she won’t let you. Another one sits behind you on the couch and uses your face as a seat while watching some stupid magical TV show, just ignoring you except when she needs you to lick her feet clean. There is this moment where she forces you to hold her legs up on your shoulders while she rides your tongue and talks about grocery lists, like you’re not even a man anymore, just some enchanted furniture with a hard-on. I liked that actually more than the big flashy spells. The magic is there, sure, glowing circles, invisible hands, the usual stuff, but the best parts are tiny things, like when she snaps her fingers and you instantly cum in your pants in the middle of the hallway while the whole house laughs, and you just want to reload but you also kinda don’t.

The 3dcg style helps a lot because the body language is clear. When the main witch pushes her foot into your mouth and curls her toes, you see every little toe wrinkle, the shine of drool when she makes you keep your tongue out and uses it as a footrest. It is not subtle. There is a crazy animated scene where you’re tied on your back at the bottom of the stairs, cock sticking up, and every time someone walks past they either spit on it, step on it, or stroke it with their sole, almost gentle, then stop right before you finish. You can choose to beg or stay quiet, but both paths end with you being called a good little house slave. The game pretends you can escape, gives you that fake hope with some paths where you sneak around the corridors and try doors, but the house itself is on their side, so it just loops you back to the same room where the mistress is waiting, bored, legs spread, telling you you’re late and she needs her daily oral worship. One time I tried to roleplay defiant, chose every “resist” option, and my reward was a long scene where they sit in a circle, use magic to stop me from moving, and take turns using my mouth, my face, my cock, like a toy they’re reviewing. They rate your performance out loud, comparing you to former slaves, and it actually hurt a bit in the ego, which is kinda hot if you’re into that. There is this tiny thing that annoyed me though, like the sound effect of footsteps is too loud for no reason, but I kept forgetting to fix the volume because someone was already sitting on my face again. Anyway, the whole vibe is: you thought you were a man with a job, but the house knows you’re just a cock, a tongue, and a pair of shaking legs, and the witches are very happy to prove it to you, scene after scene.

Hormones fried, brain confused, dick not really listening to the usual rules. That is basically the mood of this game. You’re this guy whose body decided to become a walking sex bomb and at the same time forget how arousal is supposed to work. Not in a sad, medical-drama way, more like “I’m cursed with endless cum and zero common sense” kind of way. The doctor takes one look at you, gives that professional smile that is absolutely not professional, and suddenly her “treatment” is a lot more tongue, hand, and thigh than actual medicine. The nurse is even worse. She pretends she cares about your health, but she’s leaning over you with her tits halfway out, scribbling notes while your dick is right there, aching under the sheet, and she just “accidentally” brushes it with her glove. Animated scenes make it very clear she knows what she’s doing. There is one exam where she’s supposed to check your reflexes, but the only thing jumping is your cock in her fist while she talks like nothing is happening.

Back home, you have the housemate situation. She calls herself the most important person in your life and then gives you this whole speech about never crossing the forbidden line. Two minutes later she walks through the living room in high heels and a tiny shirt with no bra, stretches right in front of the couch, and asks you if your “condition” hurts right now. You can go soft and respectful, or you can start using that condition as a tool. Male domination, sleep stuff, straight up groping while she naps on your lap, all of that is there. One scene that stuck with me: she crashes in your bed, totally exhausted, hugging your pillow. The guide in your phone starts buzzing with “steps” you can follow, and suddenly you’re sliding your hand under her shorts, testing the water, listening to her little sleepy moans while you decide if you stop or keep going. The voyeur side comes in hard too. Bathroom doors not fully closed, a “mommy” figure in tight dress and heels bending over the sink, you peeking from the hallway, phone in hand, your other hand busy. Later, you’re not just watching, you’re fucking her from behind in the same spot, her ass bouncing, big tits pressed to the cold ceramic while she whispers that this is wrong and still pushes back on you.

The fun thing is that it’s not just random scenes thrown together. There is this “guide” that feels half evil mentor, half porn coach. It messages you, teases you, tells you exactly what to try next to push every relationship just a little further past normal. One day it’s “try a simple handjob, keep her awake, let her pretend she’s only helping your illness”. Another day it literally encourages you to test how deep you can go while she’s pretending to sleep, your cock sliding inside a warm, wet pussy that keeps clenching even though she “doesn’t know”. Creampies become this reward system, like you’re marking your territory on your growing harem: doctor with cum on her tongue after forced “oral examination”, the strict older woman with semen dripping down her thighs as she glares at you, your “little angel” hiding your load inside her after she swore she would never let it happen. It’s all 3D-style visuals, with good focus on curves, soft skin, big tits that actually move when you grip them, and enough detail in the eyes that when they look up at you during a blowjob, it feels more intense than it probably should for a browser game. Best way to enjoy it? Don’t rush. Let the slow teasing do its thing, check your phone scenes, push just a bit more every time, and when the game offers you a choice between being gentle and being a total bastard, try the bad options at least once. You’ll see why.

There’s this thing the game does right away that I actually respect: it doesn’t pretend you’re a hero. You’re just a messy, horny, slightly broken person thrown into a gothic hellhole where every shadow either wants to kill you or fuck you or both at the same time. The “survival horror” part actually matters, not just in the jump scare way, but in the “ok, if I follow my dick here, I might end up chained to a wall with some demon girl sucking my soul out through my spine” way. First time I got that “choose to hide or follow the moaning” prompt, I obviously followed the moaning. Of course the corridor was lit in that sick red and the sound design was wet as hell. And yeah, it was worth it, but I walked away from that scene with my health wrecked, sanity lower, and a mark on my body that keeps showing up in later scenes. That mark is like this little dev note written on your skin: “you’re horny, I know, you will suffer for it.” Sexy punishment, basically.

What I really liked is how it lets you lean into being submissive, dominant, or that chaotic horny survivor that just flips depending on who’s in front of you. One moment I’m pinning a possessed priestess to the altar, hand at her throat while she’s whispering this prayer that sounds more like begging for dick than religion, and the very next route dump I’m the one on my knees in some filthy crypt, forced to “pay” a demon guard with my mouth so he lets me pass. It’s not just “pick dom option, get dom scene” either. If you act like a ruthless bastard earlier, some characters remember that and push back. I had a run where I kept choosing the arrogant, aggressive replies and finally one of the demon twins snapped, took control mid-sex scene and basically used me like a toy until my character passes out. That reversal felt earned. Annoying and hot. Like a bad ex that knows your buttons too well.

Small thing that irritated me: the text choice boxes are too close to the bottom and on Chrome mobile I kept hitting the damn navigation UI when I just wanted to pick the option about biting the nun’s thigh. It pulled me out of the moment every time but I kept playing anyway because the pacing of sex and horror is like watching a slow car crash in latex. Half of the nudity is filthy, sweaty, scratches-on-your-back kind, but then you get this scene in a candlelit library where a demon boy with white eyes reads your mind while fingering you under a table, and you forget you were even supposed to be scared. Or bisexual tension hits out of nowhere: you walk into a ritual chamber, there’s this couple, one demon, one human, and instead of choosing who to fuck, the game lets you slide right into a threeway that still somehow keeps the occult vibe going. I kept telling myself “ok, this time I’ll actually try to survive, not just chase every hot body,” then the UI pops a new corrupted choice in red text and, of course, I click it like an idiot. And the worst part is that the game knows. It keeps asking what you crave, like some smug supernatural therapist who gets paid in your orgasms and bad decisions.

Christmas porn games usually feel like cheap tinsel, right? Bright, loud, gone in one click. This one is more like walking into a cozy cabin, then realizing the walls are padded for all the wrong reasons. You start with Bridgette doing that desperate housewife routine, all dressed up in a tight little Santa outfit that honestly looks more like she lost half of it on the way home. She’s trying to fix her boring, dead-bedroom marriage to Mark, this sweaty gamer husband who cares more about his screen than her actual pussy sitting five meters away. She wiggles into lingerie, does the “surprise honey” thing, and you can feel how awkward it is when he barely looks up. That part kind of hurt in a real way, actually. You get these little idle moments where she’s pacing the cabin, horny, annoyed, talking to herself, stripping layer by layer, and you’re just waiting for something to snap. And it does, but not how she planned. That crash downstairs? Total shift in mood. One second it’s silent-night sad, next second it’s “oh, fuck, we’re not in Hallmark land anymore”.

The fantasy kicks in fast after that, like the game suddenly rips off the cozy sweater and throws it in the fire. The dudes who show up feel like some fucked up mix of Santa’s helpers and home invasion crew, full-on male domination vibe from the first grab. There’s no romance, no slow build, just “you dressed like a slutty Santa, you’ll get used like one”. You don’t sit through long tutorials or any of that bullshit. One moment she’s arguing in her head about Mark, next moment she’s on her knees with a dick shoved in her mouth, mascara already wrecked, trying to talk and gagging instead. The 3D models sell it pretty well, honestly. Her body reacts, she twitches, you see the panic mix with that fucked up arousal the game leans into. Group scenes come in quick, like they all agreed the safe word is “not tonight” and then ignored it on purpose. You get those classic shots of her pinned on the table, Christmas lights half wrapped around her, one guy buried in her throat while another is pounding her bare pussy so hard the whole screen feels like it’s moving. Creampies are front and center: thick, messy, sometimes they don’t even pull out, just hold her hips down and fill her like she actually is that Christmas turkey. And then a third dude lines up. At some point there’s this ridiculous bit where they joke about stuffing her stockings and it made me laugh even while she was getting used like a toy.

What I liked is that it doesn’t pretend to be “nice”. There’s this dirty little grin in the whole thing, like the game knows it’s wrong and plays with it. The dark humor hits in weird moments, like Bridgette trying to keep some dignity while someone wipes cum off her cheek with a Santa hat. Or Mark still half-ignoring everything, headphones on, while in the other room his wife is choking on cock and taking hard vaginal pounding like a free Christmas bonus. Sometimes it’s hot as hell, sometimes it feels a bit too much, sometimes both at the same time. Gangbang setup is pretty straightforward but the details keep it fun: one guy smacking her ass red while another pulls her hair back so she has to look up while she’s getting used. Her moans change, there’s those little broken sounds when they push too deep or hold her too long on a cock, and you see the moment she just gives in and stops pretending she isn’t enjoying parts of it. They use her mouth, her pussy, talk about “ruining” her for her useless husband, and it kind of works too well. I do wish there was one tiny moment of slow sex just for contrast, but that’s never happening here. It stays rough, filthy, and group-focused from the first grab to the last sticky drip running out of her. Not subtle, not soft, just Christmas on hard mode.

Mandatory Mentor is like someone mashed a strict study planner with a really horny pet trainer, then dropped the whole mess on a hot empty island and told you “good luck, don’t screw this up.” You’re stuck with Reina, this rich bratty brunette who clearly never opened a textbook in her life and absolutely hates that you suddenly have power over her schedule, her body, basically her whole week. The game calls you her tutor, but let’s be honest, by day two it feels a lot more like you’re breaking in a very spoiled pet who thinks she’s still the princess of Tokyo. She talks back, rolls her eyes, complains about every exercise, and somehow that just makes it better when you finally shut her up with a command, a collar, or a firm smack on her ass after she flunks a quiz she didn’t even try to pass.

The core loop is weirdly simple: teach her, test her, punish or “reward” her depending how hard you want to lean into the humiliation angle. Sometimes you’re actually drilling her on test questions, like some half-serious exam simulator where wrong answers equal more time on her knees. Other times you absolutely forget this girl has an exam and you’re just seeing how far you can push her obedience. There is something funny about it too, not just mean. She’ll come out with these salty little lines when you tell her to recite formulas while wearing nothing but a leash, and the game’s sense of humor keeps things from feeling grim. Or it tries. Then you strap a toy between her legs as a “focus tool” and tell her she can only cum if she solves problems fast enough, and suddenly the joke hits different. The spanking scenes really shine here: her reactions shift over the week from pure outrage to this embarrassed, shaky acceptance, and the sound design for those hits is way too satisfying for something that’s technically “study motivation.” Animated bits give those moments a lot of life; watching her squirm after a failed test with her reddened butt on display kind of erases whatever sympathy you had five minutes ago.

What I like is that you can lean more into teacher mode or just slide full tilt into trainer/domination mode without the game slapping your wrist. One run I actually tried to help her pass properly, keeping the kink as “discipline,” stopping before she broke, letting her keep some pride. Then next run I was basically using the exam excuse to turn her into a needy island pet, tracking how far I could drag her dignity down, locking her in humiliating routines between study blocks, making her say stupid little lines while you correct her answers. The game branches based on that, so you don’t just get a simple pass or fail screen; your attitude shapes what kind of ending you drag her to. Sometimes the joke about being stuck as a coconut collector lands almost like a punchline, sometimes it’s just you and your house-trained Reina on this island you kinda don’t want to leave. There are toys that show up that feel way too advanced for a deserted island, but whatever, porn logic is undefeated. My only real gripe, the one that annoyed me the whole time, is how she sometimes snaps back to her early-level brat personality in scenes where she should be totally broken in already, like the script forgot you smacked the arrogance out of her four days ago. It doesn’t kill the mood, just makes you want to grab her by the chin, remind her who her “mentor” really is, and start the lesson all over again.

The hook here is simple and kinda dirty: your sister spoils you rotten for years, builds you up, then vanishes and throws you the keys to an apartment complex full of horny disasters who clearly never heard about boundaries. You pick if you play as a guy or a girl, but either way you’re the one everyone suddenly wants to impress, seduce, dominate, or milk like some perverted space-cow. It sounds like typical harem fantasy, and yeah, it is, but wrapped in this weird mix of romance and power play where one second you’re awkwardly trying to be a responsible landlord, and the next you’re elbow-deep in someone’s cleavage, trying not to think about how soft and warm and oh shit she’s pushing your head down further.

What I really liked is how the “pickup line” thing kind of sneaks up on you. The game doesn’t say “this is the flirting system” with big glowing text. You just start talking to tenants, and the dialogue branches suddenly care a lot about how bold or submissive you act. Pick a cheesy line with the shy lesbian tenant, and she blushes so hard you feel like a bully… then later she surprises you by pinning you to the wall and making you whimper. Try the same line on the confident femdom chick and she laughs like you’re a little toy and makes you prove you deserve to even look at her tits. I had one moment where I thought I was being smooth with a “romantic” reply, and the game answered with: “You say that while staring at her nipples.” That’s when I realized this thing is not interested in staying subtle.

The sex itself swings around a lot. You get soft, cuddly lesbian scenes where two girls just touch and kiss slowly, fingers exploring, hands on hips, careful teasing, and then out of nowhere someone pulls out toys that look like they belong in a sci-fi lab, presses them against swollen breasts and starts talking about how full she wants to feel. There’s a lot of focus on big tits, not just as decoration, but as actual gameplay focus: teasing, groping, titfucking, even milking. I spent way too long on one scene where I was just watching text describe how milk ran down her chest in thin lines and pooled around her nipples while you keep thrusting between them. It sounds stupid when I write it, but in the moment I was just scrolling like “yeah, go on, more detail, don’t stop here.” Then later in a different route the same body is treated totally different, more like a throne you kneel under while she uses your face or your cock without asking. Femdom fans will see the strings immediately. The domination swings between playful and actually kind of mean, especially if you lean into the “serve me” options. You get hand jobs that start as a reward and end as punishment, anal scenes that flip who’s in control mid-thrust, creampies that feel earned, not just “you came, congrats.” I wish the romance side was a bit stronger in some branches, but it also fits this messy tone where everyone is half in love, half horny, half lying to themselves. Yes, that’s three halves. Shut up.

The only thing that actually annoyed me is tiny: the way some lines repeat when you’re trying different approaches with the same girl, especially the landlord talk when all you want is to get back to the part where she threatens to sit on your face if you don’t answer correctly. It breaks the flow when you’ve already seen that text five times. But then suddenly you get a new variation of a scene where your character, male or female, gets dragged into a bed, toy pressed against them, and the tenant says something like “You’re in charge of this building, but I’m in charge of this body,” and my brain just forgets to be annoyed. There’s something funny about how often the game pretends to care about rent and cleaning schedules while the actual content is full-on groping in stairwells, panties pushed aside for quick vaginal fucks, tenants competing for your attention, and you trying to juggle being in control with being completely dominated. One route has you slowly building a kind of accidental harem, another route has you stuck under one woman’s heel, and in between you still toss out pickup lines like you’re on some cursed Tinder where everyone is horny and too honest. I kept thinking “this is too much” and then clicking the dirtiest option anyway.

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Future matriarchy, soft boy protagonist, and a city where every woman looks like she could bench press your car and then sit on your face just because she feels like it. That is the vibe here. You play this cute, kinda pathetic in a hot way, guy tossed into a world where women run everything: government, corporations, street gangs, even the damn coffee shop. Men are treated more like pretty pets than equal partners, and the whole game pushes you to ask if you are fine being a pampered little slut or if you actually want to risk all that comfort to change anything. It sounds heavy, and sometimes it really is, but then it throws in a dick joke or a ridiculous dialogue choice and suddenly you're laughing while getting choked by a girl with biceps thicker than your thighs.

The core of it is pretty simple to explain, but it does not feel simple when you play. You talk, you choose, you grind stats, relationships shift, and your past choices come back when you already forgot them. Like that time I thought it was funny to tease a futa officer about her uniform being “a bit tight in the crotch.” Three scenes later she had me on my knees in a storage closet, one hand on my hair, reminding me exactly what I said and giving me a “punishment lesson” in oral that lasted way longer than I expected. If you lean into submission, women treat you like a living sex toy: collars, leashes, public humiliation, being paraded around by a muscle girl who casually flexes while your mouth is busy on her. If you try to push back, you get a different kind of heat: power struggles, angry kisses, rough sex where you suddenly realize you are not as in control as you thought. The incest angle pops up too, and it is not shy. There is that fucked up mix of “I know this is wrong” and “I want her to ruin me anyway” when your own family member corners you in your room, presses you against the wall, huge tits in your face, asking in a soft voice why you always look so cute when you are scared. The game never lectures you about it, it just lets you walk straight into that moral swamp and then wallow.

What surprised me is how often the game lets you be kind of romantic and filthy at the same time. One route, I played as this loyal, slightly confused guy who keeps falling for strong women who could literally snap his neck. There was this muscle girl who starts as your bullying personal trainer, always calling you “weakling” and making you do push ups while her cock print is right in front of your nose. Later you share this quiet rooftop scene where she awkwardly admits she likes that you do not run away from her size, then five minutes later she is riding your face so hard the world goes blurry and you can hear neighbors from the next building complaining. The tonal whiplash actually works. One moment you are in a silly dating sim argument about who pays for dinner, the next she is making you lick her sweat off her abs after a workout because “a good boy should not waste protein.” It pretends to be a sandbox, and sometimes that just means you wander around talking to weirdos, getting dragged into scenes with traps in cute outfits or mature women with big asses who use you like a toy and then send you a heart emoji on some fake in-game messenger app that looks suspiciously like WhatsApp. The game laughs at you in little ways: your character model is always a bit too pretty, the dialogue sometimes calls you out for being horny, and the moral questions are never neatly solved. You can join the dominant system or try to tear it down, but either way you are still sucking someone’s cock in a back alley at some point, and the game knows it and kinda winks at you. There is a nasty honesty in that, even when the pacing is all over the place and a few scenes feel like the writer just got distracted and threw in another blowjob. I got annoyed that one route locked me out just because I refused to kneel once, but then the next day I was back, trying again, because I wanted to see how far this cute little femboy could go if he stopped resisting and just let these terrifyingly hot women own him completely.