Right, so this is one of those Porn Bastards joints, the Shaundi episode. You know the drill if you've seen their stuff before. It's that Saints Row chick, but like, the version from your spank bank after a few too many energy drinks. The whole thing is deliberately rough around the edges, that's the whole vibe. It's not trying to be some slick, polished hentai game. It's got that janky charm, like a flash game from the golden era that somehow survived the purge.

You click "Next" through some dialogue that's basically just an excuse to get her clothes off. And that's where the weird little customization panel in the corner comes in. You can tweak her look a bit, change the speed of the action. I spent a solid minute just messing with the speed slider, going from a slow grind to some jackhammer nonsense that looked physically impossible. The undress part is a whole thing too. It's not just a one-click deal, you get to peel her out of that top piece by piece, and yeah, the big tits tag is not lying. They're comically large, the kind of physics-defying orbs that would give a real person back problems for life. But that's the point, right? It's pure fantasy, no apologies.

The cumshot at the end is... a lot. It's the main event, the whole reason you're clicking through. It's messy, over the top, and exactly what you'd expect from the tags. I found myself getting way more into the customization part than I thought I would. Like, finding the perfect angle and speed became a weird little minigame in itself. The whole thing is a one-handed time waster that knows exactly what it is. It's not deep, the story is thinner than a wet napkin, but if you're here for Shaundi and a big cock doing its thing, you're not gonna be disappointed. Just don't go in expecting a character study. It's a quick, dirty loop and then you're done. The "next" button is your whole life for ten minutes.

i remember this one radio contest. shaundi, man. that voice. and here she is, same purple top, same little smirk, except now she's losing her whole mind because the fine print actually caught up with her. who writes a bit called "i wanna sleep with shaundi" and then acts surprised when some degenerate calls in with a legal argument? the game loads and she's already mid-rant about contracts and courts and you just stand there, dick practically out, letting her spiral.

the xray toggle kicks in when you finally get her top off. her tits bounce with this weird rubbery physics that saints row fans will recognize from the actual games. it's that same jank, just hornier now. you cycle through positions with these clunky buttons at the bottom. three guys apparently? i didn't really clock the other two until a creampie scene popped and suddenly there's cocks everywhere. the framing is pure parody, like someone made this in a basement during a saints row marathon and just went feral with the character models. shaundi's facial expressions cycle between bored and mildly annoyed even when the action gets, you know, anatomically ambitious.

the cumshot mechanic is just a button press. no buildup, no timing mini-game, nothing. press it and she gets painted. press it again and the game doesn't really know what to do next so it sort of resets her and you start over. weirdly hypnotic if you're into the shaundi character specifically but the whole thing runs out of steam after two cycles. no unlockables either which stings because i wanted some kind of outfit toggle or at least the ability to move the camera around. the studio setting never changes. same couch. same bad lighting. honestly the saint's row parody angle does most of the heavy lifting here, and if you don't have that nostalgia it's just a short loop of someone who looks like shaundi getting railed while contract law jokes float in the air.

Bayonetta’s legs. That’s the whole mood board. Not the polished PlatinumGames version, this is something else entirely. A parody that looks like it was rendered on a phone from 2016, all shiny skin and jittery animations. And honestly? That’s the charm. It’s like finding a crumpled doujinshi under a convention table, the kind where the artist was way too horny to care about anatomy. The whole thing is a farm, but not the cute Stardew kind. A farm of sex tapes, directed with the grace of a Goof Troop episode if Goofy was a domme.

The first scene has her using Toon Link like a footstool. Not in a cute way. His little cartoon face is just... there, while she describes exactly what she’s doing in that posh accent. The descriptions are the real star, weirdly enough. They’re so blunt they loop back around to being hilarious. “I will now use my foot to stimulate your pathetic Hylian cock.” Okay, queen. Pit from Kid Icarus shows up and immediately gets folded into the mess. There’s a double penetration scene that has the same chaotic energy as a bad SFV online match, just buttons mashing everywhere, no blocking. The sound design is what you’d expect, wet slaps and moans that clip like a bad mic. I fixate on the lack of a gallery mode. Why can’t I just jump to the footjob scene? I have to click through dialogue trees that feel like a visual novel made in PowerPoint. It’s a minor sin but it lives in my head.

The whole thing is a boxing match between my libido and my sense of taste. Taste is losing on points. There’s a fourth scene that’s just... something else. A position I can’t name. A tangle of limbs that defies the source material’s physics. Shaundi from Saints Row would probably approve of the sheer messy audacity. It’s catchy in the way a terrible pop song is catchy. You don’t tell your friends you listen to it, but you’ve seen it five times. The models clip through each other constantly. Bayonetta’s hair is a solid block of polygons. I’m not complaining. I’m just observing. The whole project feels like someone’s specific fetish checklist got drunk and fell into a blender with Nintendo characters. And I’m still thinking about that foot scene. The dialogue loops in my head. A therapist would have a field day with the power dynamics here, the way the stoic witch reduces these heroic boys to props. But I’m not a therapist. I’m just someone who appreciates a good trainwreck.