After breaking up with Johny, Katie found herself alone, with nothing but the quiet hum of her apartment to keep her company. She turned to masturbation, trying to fill the void left by Johny’s absence, each climax haunted by memories of his unfaithfulness.

Even as she tried to move on, Johny's shadow lingered in her mind, the image of him with someone else burned like acid. Refusing to be swallowed by solitude, she made a curious choice. Chewie became her sarcastic little sidekick, a living reminder of Johny’s betrayal.

Her red hair caught sunlight as she jotted down raw, sometimes funny entries about her tangled feelings. Every frame captures her fiery spirit, blending sensuality with laughs and real heartbreak. Explore the messy aftermath of love lost, where masturbation becomes both escape and rebellion.

Her nights grow wilder with each session, turning loneliness into something almost electric. Each page of her diary peels back layers of vulnerability and fierce independence. Experience Katie’s world where humor meets passion in a dance as wild as her red hair.

Join Katie as she navigates a twisted path from heartbreak to fiery self-love. Chewie waits, the dildo gleams, and Katie’s ready to write the next chapter.

At a tight get-together, the air's thick with anticipation as the unspoken game becomes clear: which of these seasoned seductresses will prove to be the biggest slut?

Every character’s backstory is loaded with scandalous escapades and daring exploits, teasing you to dig deeper and learn their secrets.

Beneath the teasing jokes and casual undressing, a competitive spark ignites, driving these women to outdo each other in tantalizing ways.

It’s a vivid mix of farm life charm and erotic chaos, with every frame pulsing with raw desire and cheeky humor that never lets up.

See these mature dames expose not only their bodies but also their deepest fantasies and darkest desires in a relentless quest for dominance.

Feast on the provocative blend of domination, submission, and pure hedonism that fuels this unforgettable night.

This chapter offers a delicious cocktail of risque antics, emotional tension, and steamy escapades that’ll keep you hooked from start to finish.

Jump right in, explore their secrets, and decide for yourself who owns the title of the biggest slut at this unforgettable party.

This one feels like someone trapped a whole horny fever dream inside a single gallery and just said, “yeah, that’s enough, go nuts.” You hit start and there is no story dump, no fake lore about space empires, nothing. Just this huge-titted anime babe already in uniform, already cornered by cold metal arms and wet alien tentacles like the party started before you arrived. The UI is almost rude in how simple it is: little buttons on the bottom right, you tap through scenes like flipping channels on the worst hotel TV imaginable, and every channel is her getting used in some new way. One scene she is on her knees, mouth stretched wide around a robot shaft while another metal thing is squeezing her tits together, sliding between them with that shiny lube look. Next click and suddenly she is bent over, tentacles wrapped around her waist and wrists like glossy ropes, one thick one forcing her legs open while another rams into her pussy and you can see that wet animation loop of cum pumping out, then back in, then out again. It is filthy in a very straightforward way.

The breast physics are stupid in a good sense. Every thrust from the robot makes her chest bounce like they are going to smack her in the face, and they kind of do at one point when she is riding a metallic cock in reverse cowgirl, head thrown back, nipples hard, and tentacles wrapped around her torso to keep her from falling. There is this one scene I replayed too much where she is strapped to some kind of metal chair, legs spread, uniform half torn, and a cluster of cables with glowing tips coil around her thighs. One slides between her lips, then another pushes into her ass, and at the same time a machine arm grips her neck lightly, holding her in place while a smooth robot cock rams upward. The moment the cumshot animation hits, her belly twitches like she is actually getting filled, and the white stuff leaks out in fat ropes, dripping down that perfect curve. The creampie loops have this sticky detail that makes you lean closer to the screen without noticing. It is ridiculous because the whole thing is just a gallery, nothing “to do” except hit next, previous, next, previous, but I still caught myself trying to swipe like on Instagram out of habit and getting annoyed it did nothing, then immediately forgetting because another scene loaded where she is giving deep oral while tentacles squeeze her breasts and stroke themselves off over her face. I never liked the tiny click sound the buttons make, by the way. It is too sharp, like some old flash game noise, and now it is stuck in my head forever.

There is a quiet charm in how the robots never change expression, obviously, because they have no faces, and all the feeling is in her eyes and mouth. Sometimes she looks scared, sometimes totally gone on pleasure, tongue out, drool mixing with cum on her chin after a rough throatfuck, and the animators really leaned into that hentai exaggeration. One scene has her pinned against a wall, feet barely touching the floor, tentacles wound tight around her ankles and wrists, and two different mechanical cocks slamming her at once from front and back. Her tits are pressed together, and another cable slides between them, jerking itself until it shoots over her neck and collarbone in these messy arcs that slowly drip down to her nipples. You can almost feel the rhythm even though there is no real interaction, just loops that go harder than some full games. I kept thinking it would be nice to change camera angle, zoom, something, and it is kind of bullshit that you cannot, but then there is this one perfect shot where you see the cum bulge inside her as the robot finishes in her, and the way it spills out afterward made me forget that complaint in about half a second. This is not some big epic, it is just a tight little shrine to robot sex, tentacles, thick cumshots and those insane anime boobs that defy physics and common sense. And for something so small, it really does leave your browser history dirty.

House of Morecock: Ocean Cruise feels like someone took every horny idea about sailors and put it into a single, filthy cartoon, then gave it just enough structure to pretend it has a plot. You’re on this ship full of thick, stupidly hot guys in tight uniforms that clearly fail at their job, because every scene is just one excuse after another for them to end up naked or half naked, grinding against each other. It starts almost casual, like, “oh, just a normal cruise,” and two minutes later you’re watching a beefy officer pin some muscleboy to a railing while the voice acting is moaning in your ear harder than your porn tabs on Chrome. The voicing is surprisingly good, by the way. Not Hollywood good, but porn good, which is better for this kind of thing. Characters actually sound like dudes about to lose control, not like some bored guy reading lines on a Blue Yeti. Sometimes the timing is weird, like the moan kicks in half a second before the thrust animation, which made me laugh, then I replayed the scene anyway because I’m weak.

The whole thing has this stupid, fun, campy vibe. It pretends to be serious for one second, like “we’re on a dangerous mission on the ocean,” and then you click once and suddenly uniforms are open, dicks are out, and you’re watching a sweaty, muscular stack of guys rutting like they forgot anyone else exists on that ship. I like how the camera sometimes stays too long on some detail that absolutely doesn’t need that much attention, like one dude’s flexing forearm while he’s pounding the other guy. As someone who spends way too many hours inside Unreal, my brain is going “man, they really focused on this loop,” and at the same time my other brain is like “shut up and zoom in more.” Animations are not perfect, hips clip a bit, bodies slide a tiny bit over each other, but then you get that one moment where a huge sailor slams the smaller but still ripped guy into the cabin door, the voice cracks, and it suddenly hits really hard. It feels messy and raw and kind of honest in a horny, unserious way. I wish they let you walk freely around the deck or something, but they don’t and I will complain about that forever.

What sells it for me is that stupid humor they sneak in. A serious line, then an over-the-top groan, or some ridiculous situation like two officers “disciplining” a recruit in a completely empty hallway on a crowded cruise ship, and nobody questions anything. At one point I accidentally clicked too fast and skipped a line, and I actually went back just to hear how the guy would deliver that cheesy dirty talk. The game keeps acting like it’s a “series opener” with this big world, but it really just wants to show brawny guys rearranging each other’s insides anywhere on that boat: behind lifeboats, in cramped cabins, in places where in real life someone from housekeeping would walk in with a bucket. There’s this one uniform that keeps showing up, white pants, tight shirt, chest basically spilling out, and every time I saw it I knew, ok, this scene will not stay safe for work even 10 seconds. It’s horny, loud, kind of dumb in the best way, like a porn comic that learned how to move and talk, and also somehow forgot what subtlety even means.