Thanksgiving in this game starts with a talking turkey giving you attitude and somehow ends with you getting a titjob from a sorceress milf who could probably crush your skull with her thighs. The whole thing feels like the dev woke up, opened three tabs of Disney porn, some World of Warcraft fanart, one Skullgirls subreddit thread, and said: “Yes. This. All of this.” You play as this smug, cocky magic adventurer who is supposed to help with a magical feast, but you immediately stop caring about food the moment you realize literally every woman in Enchantia has breasts that look like they were designed by a teenage boy with too much free time and a DeviantArt account. One second you are trying to collect ingredients, next second you are getting groped by a drunk fairy who thinks your dick is a magic wand and keeps “testing its charges” while you pretend to be offended and still click every dialogue option that clearly leads to handjob territory.

The cast is just pure fanservice soup and my horny brain did not complain. You bump into a draenei-style priestess with glowing eyes and a holy staff, and let me tell you, that staff is not the only thing that gets blessed. There is a milf innkeeper who has big aunt Cass energy, like if Aunt Cass and Dexters Mom had a crossover episode where the moral lesson is “learn to share your cock.” The game keeps tossing references at you: a snarky shadow girl with Midna vibes who bends over the table a lot, a pale demon nymph with skull-themed accessories that really scream Skullgirls, a ninja chick that lowkey feels like she escaped from a League of Legends splash art and said “ok, where is the nearest dick.” None of this is subtle, but subtlety is illegal here anyway. The art is animated, pretty lively, and sometimes the faces look a little cursed in motion, yet when she is riding you and her tits are bouncing in rhythm, you suddenly forgive every weird frame like a simp.

Actual gameplay is this weird mix of sandbox wandering, point and click scenes, and these goofy turn based combat bits where you either smack goblins around or get clothes torn off your party members. You cast a spell, you take a hit, her armor rips, you pretend you are trying to win but secretly take one extra turn just to see more skin. The sex scenes themselves ramp up from teasing to full filth pretty fast; one fairy spends three dialogue boxes just edging you with hand stuff and dirty talk, then suddenly she is on her knees, drooling over your shaft, and you are choosing between oral finish, titfuck, or going straight to vaginal while she uses a glowing crystal toy on herself. There is this one scene with a “helpful” older witch, total milf with thick hips, where she offers you a “fertility blessing” and it turns into anal on a wooden chair while she keeps scolding you like a strict aunt, and honestly, that did things to me I am not proud of. The only thing that annoyed me was one tiny text bubble spelling “voyerism” during a scene where you watch two monster girls go at it behind a magic mirror, and now my brain repeats that word every time I open Twitter, but whatever. By the time you are juggling fairies, demon girls, and one princess type who looks suspiciously like she escaped from a Frozen parody and wants to “warm your stuffing,” you will completely forget you were supposed to be helping with a Thanksgiving dinner at all, which, honestly, is the most realistic thing in the whole game.

Guy answers a shady online ad, thinks he’s getting some easy new life, suddenly he’s shipped off to this weird almost empty-of-men country where women basically run everything and are horny, bored, and way too used to being in control. They throw him into a “special” academy, lots of uniforms and cute skirts that are not really cute because you learn fast that every teacher and half the students want to use you as stress relief, class pet, or both. The story plays it slow sometimes, with teasing that actually hurts a bit, like that feeling when she stops the handjob right when your legs start to shake. Then other times it jumps straight to “open your mouth and don’t ask questions” and you’re there, looking up from a POV angle while she laughs at how hard you’re breathing. It feels fucked up and hot at same time, which I guess is the point.

What I liked is how the guy is technically the male protagonist but he’s not really in charge of shit. You pick choices on the screen, sure, but half the time it feels like the women are only letting you think you decided. One scene in the dorm showers really got me: this senior girl with huge tits corners you, acts all gentle, washing your hair, brushing fingers on your neck, talking soft and sweet… then suddenly she pushes you against the tile, squeezes your balls hard and tells you your “privileges” depend on how well you lick her tonight. And then, after all that, she just walks away and leaves you with a painful boner and cold water hitting your back. I hated that. I replayed it three times. That kind of teasing, mixed with actual rewards later, kept me weirdly hooked. Sometimes the game is too talky, like they over-explain the academy rules when I only want to know who is going to sit on my face next, but then a lesbian scene between two classmates pops up while they use a toy on a tied-up girl and I forget what I was annoyed about. The group scenes are messy in a good way, everyone talking over each other, you getting ordered around like a toy: “hold her legs,” “don’t touch yourself,” “okay now, open wider.” When one of them uses a strap-on on you while making you suck another girl’s fingers, it’s kind of hard to care about minor pacing problems.

Since it runs fine on the phone, I ended up playing in stupid places I shouldn’t, like on the bus, trying to look casual while some teacher in the game is slapping your ass with a ruler and telling you to count the hits. The BDSM stuff is pretty flexible, from light collar-and-leash play in the school courtyard to full-on classroom “punishments” where you’re gagged, wrists tied behind the chair, and a girl with a big ass just settles onto your lap and uses you for grinding while another whispers in your ear about how easy it would be to ruin your life there. There are softer bits too, like a scene where a dominant girl actually cuddles you after making you cum three times with a toy pressed under the desk, but then she calls you her “favorite pet” and you realize you’re not a boyfriend, you’re a well-fed slave. The POV angles really sell the humiliation: her shadow over you, her hand under your chin, her tits filling the screen while she spits on your lips and tells you to swallow like a good boy. Sometimes it’s almost too much, like when three girls take turns using you in a club room and you kind of wish for a normal kiss, but then again, you signed up for an academy full of horny control-freak women, not a romance VN, so yeah, that’s on you.

Colonies drifting in deep space always look clean in movies, all chrome and white lights, everyone acting like boring saints. This game throws that in the trash pretty fast. You start on this huge ship hauling the last hope of humanity, but honestly it feels more like a floating horny neighborhood than some noble mission. Every corridor has its own mood: one room is serious sci‑fi talk about lost scouts and strange planets, the next room is some busty MILF officer casually hinting she can “relieve your stress” if you help her with a report. The whole thing leans into that mix of nerd fantasy and pure filth. One minute you’re checking stats and inventory, planning how to talk your way through an alien encounter, the next you’re buried between huge tits, getting a sloppy titfuck you didn’t exactly deserve but absolutely wanted. I was on my phone with Spotify lo‑fi playlists running in the background and it felt weirdly right, like doomscrolling Pornhub but with choices and dice rolls.

Sex scenes go hard when they want. There’s this one with a strict female officer that starts like a regular talking scene, she’s dressing you down for messing up a scout mission, then suddenly she’s got you sitting in her chair, stroking you slow with one glove still on, calling you “cadet” like it’s an insult. She makes you lick her fingers first, then uses your own frustration against you, riding your face and controlling every little movement, grinding that big ass on you until you’re almost begging. When she finally lets you fuck her, it’s not some soft romantic fade, she pushes you in deep, orders you to fill her and just keeps you locked there while she clenches around the creampie. It’s hot as hell, but what got me was that you actually feel the corruption side of it. Your stats tick up, your relationships shift a bit, and suddenly new dialogue opens later where she “owns” you in public scenes too. Feels dirty in a nice way. Not everything hits though. Some of the animated loops look a bit stiff on mobile, and the text pacing sometimes jumps from emotional romance talk to “suck my cock” in one click like the writer forgot a line. Also, the whole prostitution angle sneaks up on you: at some point you realize you’re basically pimping yourself out to aliens and crewmates for extra credits and influence, trading handjobs and oral for mission data, and nobody on the ship acts like that’s strange. There’s even this futa alien scientist with huge tits who treats you like a lab sample, slides her shaft between your thighs while explaining quantum nonsense, then finishes all over your stomach, completely calm, like it’s just another experiment. I liked that scene, even if the romance stuff around it feels half‑baked compared to others, but whatever. You can bounce between being the “good guy” colonist and the corrupted plaything of half the ship without the game judging you too hard, just quietly tracking your choices in the background while you’re busy stuffing another big ass on your lap.

You’re the guy who built the app everyone’s secretly horny for, and it treats you exactly like what you are: a perv with god access pretending to be a professional. Bindr drops you in as the creator of a kinky dating app for the rich, pretty and fucked up, and it never bothers pretending it’s about anything else. You’re swiping through models, club brats, bored trophy wives, bratty subs, smug dommes, a couple of “I’m not into labels” bisexuals who absolutely are into labels, and every single match is less “nice dinner first” and more “how hard can I slap you before you moan the safe word wrong on purpose.” It’s funny, because they talk to you like you’re important, like you’re this big brain tech god, but half the game is basically you kneeling between somebody’s legs while they use your face like a toy. Or the other way around, when you get a girl who pretends to be shy, then suddenly she’s got a collar on, her ass in the air, and you’re the one deciding if she gets a creampie or just a nice slow anal stretch while she begs the app dev for “technical support.” Yeah, really subtle.

What I liked is that it doesn’t waste time on fake “gameplay” padding. The dates feel like scrolling Tinder when you’re horny and bored on your couch, except here you actually get the follow‑through. One match is this ice queen CEO type who starts out talking about “user engagement metrics” and ends with you tied to a chair, your cock out, her heels pressing on your balls while she makes you watch her eat out her assistant on the desk that still has your NDA paperwork on it. Another one, you meet this soft‑looking goth girl who’s into “light teasing”, which somehow becomes her grinding her foot on your dick over your jeans in the back of a limo, slow and mean, smirking while she texts someone else on your own app. There’s groping in elevators, sloppy oral where lipstick ends up everywhere except where it should be, messy handjobs under the table in fancy restaurants while the waiter pretends not to see. Sometimes you’re the one snapping a collar around a girl’s neck, stuffing her full until she moans around your cock and your fingers and that buzzing toy you forgot to turn down. Sometimes you’re face down, getting pegged by a rich lesbian who only matched with you to see if the “Bindr guy” actually practices what he codes. It feels casual and filthy at the same time, like a long horny weekend that just keeps escalating. If you want the best scenes, don’t rush: read their chats, push their buttons a bit, be a little brat, say the wrong honest thing, and let them punish you slowly. This game rewards you most when you act like a curious pervert instead of a speedrunning one.

Justice here is not some shiny word from superhero movie. It is petty, horny, mean and personal. You play this guy everybody called a killer, a ghost who comes back home after years of running, and the first thing that hits you is not forgiveness. It is the thought: “I’m going to fuck their lives so hard they won’t even know if they’re moaning or screaming.” The town looks normal, your family looks normal, all their lies stayed in place, only you changed. You carry this hot, ugly mix of rage and hunger. You want payback, but you also want every woman who looked away when you were destroyed kneeling in front of you, begging for more. And the game smiles at you and says: fine, choose how dirty your justice is. You can be the silent avenger who pretends to care, who kisses foreheads and then fucks them senseless when nobody is watching. Or you lean hard into cruelty, using romance like fishing line while you decide whose mouth gets stuffed, whose ass gets slapped red, who gets to keep their dignity and who ends up a dripping toy warming your bed out of fear and love at same time.

What sells it is how the power slowly flips. At first they talk down to you, like you are still the broken boy, still that virgin punching walls. Then you catch your “innocent” older relative half-dressed in the kitchen, bent over the counter, phone in hand, secretly sexting some guy that is not her husband. You choose: expose her, or just walk up behind, press her against the cold surface, fingers sliding under her panties while she tries not to say your name too loud. The game gives you these small, nasty moments where morality feels like old underwear you throw on the floor. The big-breasted women that used to protect you, scold you, treat you like child, can end up riding your cock until they creampie themselves on purpose, then blush like schoolgirls afterward. There is a weird sweetness in it too, which annoys me, because one second you are watching through a crack in the door as a girl sleeps, skirt pushed up, your hand rubbing as you decide if you will use her mouth or her thighs first, and the next second the story tries to talk about healing and mercy. Sure, you can choose gentler paths, real romance, even a kind of forgiveness where your harem feels more like a broken little family stuck together by cum and shared guilt. But every time some milf leans in with those huge tits pressing against your chest, promising “I’ll make it up to you”, you remember: this is not therapy. This is you taking everything they stole, plus interest, paid in handjobs, footjobs under the table, messy interracial scenes that would ruin their public image forever, and quiet moans in the dark when you decide that sleep is no excuse and her body already belongs to your version of justice.

This game hits different when you're looking at those character designs - Anna's got that whole wholesome wife aesthetic going on but then the story goes completely sideways. Like seriously, the fashion choices here are so vanilla at first glance but that's kinda the point? David looks like every suburban dad ever, which honestly works for what they're trying to do with this whole "perfect marriage" setup before everything goes to hell.

The three-part structure is actually pretty clever even though Part One drags like crazy. You're basically watching David fumble through his week while making choices that'll bite you in the ass later. Then Part Two flips it and suddenly you're seeing Anna's side of things and wow, her perspective changes everything. The voyeurism stuff really kicks in here and the teasing mechanics get intense. But here's where it gets messy - the pregnancy content feels rushed and the lactation scenes come out of nowhere. One minute you're dealing with innocent romance, next minute there's full-on sexual harassment scenarios that escalate way too fast. The netorare elements don't really hit until Part Three though, which is frustrating because that's clearly what most people are here for.

What really bugs me is how the exhibitionism scenes are handled - Anna's outfit choices become increasingly questionable but in a good way? The spanking content feels organic to the story at least. The multiple endings thing is legit though, your choices actually matter which you don't see much in kinetic novels. The cheating storylines get pretty explicit with handjobs and titfuck scenes that are surprisingly well-written. The visual novel format works here because you need that internal monologue to understand why these characters make such stupid decisions. Part Three is where the real degenerate stuff happens and honestly it's worth slogging through the setup. The romance elements clash hard with the hardcore content but somehow it works?

The whole thing starts in this very unglamorous way: your life is kind of shit, the app you poured your soul into got snatched by hackers, and instead of going full revenge fantasy, the guy just runs back to his hometown like a dog with his tail between his legs. It sounds pathetic, but it works, because the game leans really hard into that “I hit rock bottom, now I’m gonna fuck my way back to the top” energy. You’re this male protagonist who looks more like a dude who spent years on GitHub than in a gym, but somehow every woman in Roots either wants to fix you, own you, or ruin you. Sometimes all three in one scene. One moment it feels like romance, with these slow, kind of sweet dates, where you’re checking messages on your phone like a bored kid and then she suddenly hints at what she does when she’s alone at night. And then later that same girl has your face between her thighs, soaking your mouth while you’re thinking about XP gains and whether you picked the right dialogue option. It’s stupid. And it works. The sex never pretends to be classy: there are messy blowjobs where she gags and mascara smears, lazy handjobs on a couch where your pants are only halfway off because “it’s just a quick one,” tits wrapped around your cock while she looks up with this fake innocent expression and then slips into full ahegao when you shoot hot cum all over those big boobs. There’s a scene where you wake up with morning wood and a girl sitting at the edge of your bed just staring at the tent in your shorts, pretending she’s not. Ten seconds later she’s palming it through the fabric and murmuring something about “helping you relax” while you’re desperately trying not to nut too fast because you know the game is tracking this stuff in the background. Or at least it feels like it does. I liked how the sandbox side quietly encourages you to be a little creep. You wander around, poke into places, and suddenly you’re peeking through half-open doors, watching someone grind on a pillow, panties pushed aside while she rubs her clit, or spying a girl in the shower and you can almost hear the dev whispering “go closer, you coward.” There’s this one voyeur moment where you watch a couple go from soft kissing to full-on raw fucking, her legs wrapped around his waist, her ass bouncing with every thrust, and you get this idiot choice: walk away like a gentleman or keep watching with your dick in your hand. Guess what everybody clicks. Sometimes the game acts like it wants to be wholesome: there are romantic arcs where you actually talk, tease, build tension before anything happens. You share secrets, you discuss your failure with that stolen app like it really hurt, and she comforts you, stroking your hair, then your chest, then your cock, then suddenly you’re balls deep inside her, her nails digging into your back while you grunt into her neck, pushing to that slow, sticky creampie that the camera just refuses to look away from. Then ten minutes later you’re in a completely different route being blackmailed by someone who found your private photos and now wants you to kneel, lick her feet, and beg. She presses her toes against your lips and only lets you fuck her when you’ve cleaned every inch. You feel like shit. And turned on. I’m still not over the first time the game really opens the door to the kinkier stuff, though. There’s a girl who looks soft and sweet on the surface, then you end up tied to a chair with your wrists bound, her riding your lap while holding a little toy against herself, moaning about how “your stupid face” turns her on. She slaps you when you talk too much, spits in your mouth, slams down on your dick until you’re shaking. Then later, that same character is all snuggly, dropping in your bed for a lazy night where she just lies on her stomach scrolling TikTok while you jerk off onto her back like it’s no big deal. The tonal whiplash is kind of charming. The group scenes hit different. Bodies tangle, tongues mix, you’re switching from pussy to ass and back again, someone’s lips wrapped around your shaft while another girl is grinding her slick slit on your thigh, using you like a living toy. There’s this ridiculous threesome where one girl sits on your face, dripping wet, while another one uses your cock like she’s racing a timer, slapping her own ass, telling you not to pull out, and when you finally lose control, you paint her insides, cum leaking out while she squeezes every last spasm from you. Meanwhile the one above you pushes her foot on your chest for balance and accidentally turns it into a tiny foot fetish moment that feels too real to be scripted. Oh, and the mobile side of it? Feels almost illegal how easy it is to sneak in a quick masturbation scene during a dead moment in a coffee shop. You’re there, pretending to answer Slack messages, when the game throws you a scene of a girl shoving a toy inside herself on cam, fucking herself on a chair, moaning your name like you’re actually there. Your thumb is flicking choices, trying to act cool while your brain is already halfway into the bathroom. It’s distracting in the best worst way. There’s a bit where a long-simmering tension finally explodes with you taking a “good girl” for the first time, her back arched, eyes wide, virgin pussy stretching around you, whimpers turning into sharp cries every time you push deeper. She keeps asking if it fits, if she’s doing okay. Then, a while later, she’s riding you with this wild grin, full ahegao, sweat dripping down her tits, asking for dick in her ass next because apparently character development means anal now. It barely makes sense, but in that horny logic, it makes perfect sense. The game loves big asses and big tits in a very blunt, almost rude way. The camera just plants itself right there on her bouncing cheeks while you slam into her from behind, your hand grabbing fat, jiggling flesh, red handprints from earlier spanking slowly fading. She yelps every time your palm connects again, then pushes her ass back harder, begging you not to stop. Sometimes you’re gentler, sliding in slowly, her tight hole swallowing your cock inch by inch, her fingers clawing at the sheets while she tries to relax. You hear that little gasp when you finally bottom out and she realizes you’re not pulling back. And yes, there’s incest drama tucked in the narrative like it’s some shameful secret and also the main course. Home feels very different when the people you grew up with are suddenly giving you long looks in the kitchen, brushing “accidentally” against your crotch, or walking around half naked, waiting for you to snap. One scene has you groping someone you really shouldn’t on the couch under a blanket while the TV is on, your fingers slipping under her panties, her biting her lip so the others in the room don’t hear. It’s filthy, and the game knows exactly what it’s doing with that. Funny thing is, some of the quiet moments are hotter than the big orgies. A girl sitting on your lap in a small room, casually grinding against your bulge while pretending to be interested in some small talk. Her whispering in your ear that she wants your cum inside, right now, that she doesn’t care where. You slide into her, raw, her pussy clutching you, and there’s this point-of-no-return feeling when you both know you’re not pulling out this time. Warm, wet, final. The romance, the corruption, the voyeur stuff, the toys, all of it kind of melts into this messy, horny hometown stew where you’re always one wrong choice away from getting blackmailed for life or buried in someone’s thighs. Roots is not subtle. It doesn’t try to be clever, but sometimes, in those messy, animated little loops of you thrusting into someone while she claws at you and moans with her tongue out, it hits very close to something that feels real. Or at least real enough that you’ll be palming your phone in one hand and your dick in the other, telling yourself “just one more scene” and never meaning it.

You start as this ex-basketball pro whose knee basically said “fuck you” and ended his whole dream. No glory, no crowd, just meds, weird quiet nights and a body that still looks like it wants to play. Instead of riding the bench in some depressing local league, he gets dragged back to his old college and shoved into a new role: coaching the girls team. On paper, it sounds like a second chance. In reality, it feels like someone dropped you into a horny soap opera with sneakers and sweat. The team is full of young, hungry, very flexible players, all in tight uniforms that look like they were designed by someone who forgot about gravity. At first it’s just drills, layups, yelling about defense, trying to act professional while their tops cling in all the wrong ways when they run suicides. You tell yourself you’re here to “build their skills”, but your eyes keep drifting, and the game absolutely knows that.

What I liked is how it doesn’t pretend to be pure romance. Practice scenes start off normal, then a girl stays behind after everyone leaves, asking extra help with “body positioning”. Your hands are on her hips, guiding her footwork, feeling how hot and close she stands. She stretches in front of you, shorts riding up, and suddenly a harmless one-on-one review turns into her on her knees in the locker room, your cock in her mouth, the sound of showers in the background while she gags and looks up at you. The animations are pretty solid, honestly, especially when one of the sporty girls bounces on you in the coach’s office chair, sweat sliding down her stomach, her jersey half pulled up so her tits move with every thrust. There are creampie shots that linger just long enough to feel dirty as hell, with cum leaking out while she tries to catch her breath and laugh it off like “coach, this… this stays between us, right?” And then it quietly hits you that they still have a game the next day, running around the court with your load still inside, and the game actually leans into that fantasy instead of cutting away.

Stuff gets messy in a more emotional way when your past crashes into your new life. Your ex, the one you knocked up during that messed up phase of your marriage, comes back into the city. She’s not just some side cameo either. She shows up in your new world, watching you play coach, judging you, flirting with you, arguing with you. There’s this one scene where she corners you after practice, in an empty classroom, wearing something way too classy for a campus visit. You’re already stressed from trying not to stare at your players’ asses all day, and then she’s pressing you against the desk, whispering that she misses how you used to fuck her raw, taking your hand and placing it on her thigh, then higher, no panties, already wet. It flips quick from angry talk about your shared kid to her grinding on you, then you pinning her over the desk and sliding into her, her moans echoing down the hallway while you worry someone will hear and at the same time you don’t care at all. The story loves those moments where you’re torn between “responsible adult” and “horny idiot coach”, and it pushes you into choices that end with mouths full, throats used, and more than one girl walking away with your cum deep inside after a long “private session”. It’s messy, dramatic, kind of trashy, very hot, and it feels like exactly the kind of porn VN that doesn’t pretend to be anything else.

Being a night security guy in this game feels less like a job and more like walking into somebody’s horny fever dream that forgot about HR. You’re stuck between cameras, dark corridors and a mafia family that treats you half like a pet, half like a toy. The boss’s daughter looks at you like you’re a virgin prize she wants to unwrap herself, but then talks like she already rehearsed every dirty thing she’ll make you do. I liked that, actually. She flirts in this annoying way where she pretends to be innocent, sits on the desk, spreads her legs just a bit too wide, and asks you if the cameras see everything. There’s a lot of this voyeur stuff, watching girls on monitors while they think they’re alone, touching themselves, pressing their tits to the glass, bending over to “check something” and clearly knowing you’re looking. Sometimes the game just lets you sit there and stare, no dialog, no mini-game, just her hand sliding inside her panties while the red light of the camera blinks. It’s filthy in a lazy way that feels real.

Story jumps around like a drunk guy trying to explain three things at once. One moment you’re checking doors, next you’re dragged into a smoky back room with mafia goons talking about “loyalty” while their mistress is under the table stroking your dick with her foot and pretending nothing is happening. It feels wrong, in the good porn way. There’s this older woman, clear milf energy, with expensive dress and dead serious face, and when she finally gets you alone she goes straight for your belt, no romance talk. She wants control, makes you kneel, uses your mouth like a tool, then wipes your own cum on your cheek like she’s marking property. In other scenes, you end up in messy group situations where you’re on your back and there’s just asses and mouths everywhere, one girl riding you raw, another licking your balls, somebody’s tongue on your ass, and the game does not rush the moment when you finally shoot. Sometimes it lands on a face, sometimes deep inside, and it actually shows her dripping after a creampie instead of just cutting away, which is rare and hot as hell, even if the animation looks a bit stiff sometimes. Also the feet stuff is all over the place, some characters just randomly push their toes into your mouth while you’re trying to give them oral, like it’s the most normal thing.

Not everything hits. There’s this whole seduction / corruption angle where you slowly push a shy girl over the edge, first making her touch herself on camera, later letting you finger her in some dusty storage room while she whispers that she shouldn’t do this. It’s sexy, but the dialog sometimes feels like it was written in Google Translate, and I say that as a non-native speaker who abuses Google Translate daily. Still, there’s a weird charm in that broken English, like cheap porn subtitles where “I will satisfy your desire” sounds both awkward and horny. POV scenes are intense when they work: you see her lips around your cock, tongue swirling, spit dripping, your hand in her hair, and then for no reason the camera angle changes to something less good right when she’s about to swallow. It pissed me off more than it should. You can get threesomes where two girls argue over who gets your load, then decide to share and make you cum twice, one in the mouth, one in the ass, and then they laugh about how useless you look lying there spent. And somewhere behind all this, you’re still technically a security guard surrounded by criminals, watching them break people and also break each other’s holes, but honestly I forgot the “job” part half the time because the game keeps throwing handjobs in back rooms, rough anal on office desks, chained wrists on leather couches, and quiet lesbian scenes in the showers where you only see them through foggy glass and a blinking security feed.