Blacked House v0.7
The whole thing feels like someone took a cozy little mobile dating sim, then just kept twisting the knife until it turned into this fucked up house of mirrors where every room smells like sex and cheap perfume. You start as this regular dude, not some muscle god, just a guy trying to keep his home and his girls safe, and the world laughs in your face. The bully shows up with his huge smug grin and his even bigger cock and suddenly everyone around you starts looking at him like he is the main character in your own home. It is slow, too, not some instant flip. One moment it is playful teasing, a little flirting in the kitchen, a hand resting too long. Next moment you hear muffled moans from behind a half closed door and you know it is not for you. The sound design is sneaky like that, those wet little gasps and the rhythmic slaps you can almost feel in your teeth. I had Spotify playing at first, then I turned it off because I wanted to hear every dirty sound. I regretted that, then I didn’t, then I did again.
The futa and monster girls are like extra flavor that shows up when you already feel too full and still you keep eating. There is this futa scene where she is supposed to be “just helping him out” and five clicks later she is stretching some girl open, balls deep, while the guy you play as stands there with his small, useless hard-on, watching. That mix of romance and corruption hits weird, because the girls do not suddenly become soulless porn bots. They blush, they hesitate, they still talk sweet to you after they just took a black cock in every hole and got filled like a cheap toy. One of my favorite messed up moments was on the couch, phone in hand, scroll, scroll, scroll, then you tap a choice that looks harmless and it ends with her on her knees in front of a stranger, giving a messy oral while you hear the vibrator buzzing inside her through the speakers. There is a lot of teasing, like scenes where she sends you a “cute” selfie, and in the background you can just barely see a man’s hand on her big ass, fingers pressing into the soft flesh. I zoomed in, like an idiot, on my phone. Felt my stomach drop in that good bad way.
The AI CG look is a bit scuffed sometimes, you can see weird fingers if you stare too hard, and one time a footjob scene had toes that looked like they were trying to escape to another dimension, and that annoyed me more than it should. But when the corruption ramps up, the art starts to make sense in a nasty way. Interracial and blacked content is everywhere, even when it is not main focus. The big black cocks become like a visual curse that follows you from scene to scene, your screen filled with them while your own character gets pushed aside emotionally and sexually. There is anal, vaginal, messy creampies dripping down big tits and big asses, and the game just treats it as normal domestic life now. Your bed becomes a set, your living room a studio, your home a porn hub long before anyone calls it that. The romance is not gone though, that is the cruel part. She still says she loves you while she rides another guy raw, while you stand at the door, a silent cuckold, male protagonist, tapping the screen like it will change something. It never does. And you still keep playing, one more choice, one more scene, telling yourself you hate it with one hand while the other hand is busy saying something very different.
The futa and monster girls are like extra flavor that shows up when you already feel too full and still you keep eating. There is this futa scene where she is supposed to be “just helping him out” and five clicks later she is stretching some girl open, balls deep, while the guy you play as stands there with his small, useless hard-on, watching. That mix of romance and corruption hits weird, because the girls do not suddenly become soulless porn bots. They blush, they hesitate, they still talk sweet to you after they just took a black cock in every hole and got filled like a cheap toy. One of my favorite messed up moments was on the couch, phone in hand, scroll, scroll, scroll, then you tap a choice that looks harmless and it ends with her on her knees in front of a stranger, giving a messy oral while you hear the vibrator buzzing inside her through the speakers. There is a lot of teasing, like scenes where she sends you a “cute” selfie, and in the background you can just barely see a man’s hand on her big ass, fingers pressing into the soft flesh. I zoomed in, like an idiot, on my phone. Felt my stomach drop in that good bad way.
The AI CG look is a bit scuffed sometimes, you can see weird fingers if you stare too hard, and one time a footjob scene had toes that looked like they were trying to escape to another dimension, and that annoyed me more than it should. But when the corruption ramps up, the art starts to make sense in a nasty way. Interracial and blacked content is everywhere, even when it is not main focus. The big black cocks become like a visual curse that follows you from scene to scene, your screen filled with them while your own character gets pushed aside emotionally and sexually. There is anal, vaginal, messy creampies dripping down big tits and big asses, and the game just treats it as normal domestic life now. Your bed becomes a set, your living room a studio, your home a porn hub long before anyone calls it that. The romance is not gone though, that is the cruel part. She still says she loves you while she rides another guy raw, while you stand at the door, a silent cuckold, male protagonist, tapping the screen like it will change something. It never does. And you still keep playing, one more choice, one more scene, telling yourself you hate it with one hand while the other hand is busy saying something very different.
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👁 360
★★★★★
SaraGame 2 v0.3
Sara’s the kind of woman you’ve seen a thousand times in real life and basically never in porn games: 35, office drone, tired face, very nice tits hiding under boring blouses, and this permanent “I should do something with my life” vibe. The game takes that mood and just pokes it again and again. It doesn’t try to be smart or deep, it’s honestly pretty dumb and repetitive, but in that way where your brain turns off and your dick kinda takes the wheel. You click through her days at work, come home with her, watch her slowly stop giving a shit about being “proper” and start letting herself get used like a toy. There’s this weird charm in how basic it is. No big story arcs, no dramatic choices, just small steps: a little flirting, a blowjob in a place that really shouldn’t have a blowjob, taking rough anal from a guy that clearly doesn’t even know her last name, things like that. It feels like she slides from “bored office milf” to “I’ll do anything if it makes me feel alive and full” in tiny, dirty increments.
The sex itself hits all the obvious stuff, but it hits it pretty hard. She’s got big boobs, big ass, proper porn body, and the guys are walking clichés with thick cocks and a lot of stamina, which is funny because Sara looks like someone who should be sending spreadsheet emails, not choking on an interracial monster dick behind the office building. Some scenes feel almost like a porn simulator: you’re not doing complicated choices, you’re just guiding what hole gets used and for how long, watching her swap between oral, vaginal, anal like it’s just another boring task on her to-do list, except she’s moaning and drooling instead of typing. I liked how her face sometimes has this “how did I end up here” look even while she’s getting pounded, it makes the male domination angle feel less cartoon villain and more like she just stopped resisting because getting fucked stupid is easier than thinking about Monday meetings. The “real model” vibe helps a lot too, she doesn’t look like a plastic anime doll, more like that blonde from your HR department if she suddenly started letting huge cocks rearrange her. It’s crude, a bit lazy, honestly kind of trashy, and still weirdly hot. You’ll click, jerk, complain about the repetition, then click again anyway, because watching a bored 35-year-old office worker slowly turn her whole life into one big porn loop scratches some very specific, very filthy itch.
The sex itself hits all the obvious stuff, but it hits it pretty hard. She’s got big boobs, big ass, proper porn body, and the guys are walking clichés with thick cocks and a lot of stamina, which is funny because Sara looks like someone who should be sending spreadsheet emails, not choking on an interracial monster dick behind the office building. Some scenes feel almost like a porn simulator: you’re not doing complicated choices, you’re just guiding what hole gets used and for how long, watching her swap between oral, vaginal, anal like it’s just another boring task on her to-do list, except she’s moaning and drooling instead of typing. I liked how her face sometimes has this “how did I end up here” look even while she’s getting pounded, it makes the male domination angle feel less cartoon villain and more like she just stopped resisting because getting fucked stupid is easier than thinking about Monday meetings. The “real model” vibe helps a lot too, she doesn’t look like a plastic anime doll, more like that blonde from your HR department if she suddenly started letting huge cocks rearrange her. It’s crude, a bit lazy, honestly kind of trashy, and still weirdly hot. You’ll click, jerk, complain about the repetition, then click again anyway, because watching a bored 35-year-old office worker slowly turn her whole life into one big porn loop scratches some very specific, very filthy itch.
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👁 340
★★★☆☆
Femboy Hotel v0.3
I opened Trapfield Hotel expecting cheap jokes, like the kind plastered over the usual porn-jam games that think one good tit jiggle equals writing. But this thing, weirdly, has personality - it doesn’t *care* if you laugh, moan, cringe, or all three. The first scene drops you right into the lobby, naked ego and literal everything else hanging out, and a boss who’s so tall and cocky she might as well have wings. She flirts in that half-mocking way that makes you forget it’s just text on a screen. It’s hot, but not sterile-hot. Like it’s someone smirking behind the monitor, teasing you, waiting for you to mess up your dialogue choice so she can make you regret it with a slap or a forced smile or - well, you can imagine.
Half the time I was laughing though. There’s this bit where you’re delivering towels, and the towel cart bumps into a femboy maid whose breasts bounce like they’re trying to escape gravity. He apologizes three times, blushes, and still finds a way to drag you into the staff room for “training.” The game just *leans* into that ridiculous energy, and somehow it works. It’s obscene and dumb and kind of brilliant. It’s like the dev watched a hundred hentai parodies and then decided to make one that actually feels alive, with just enough self-awareness that it never becomes boring.
Not everything hits - sometimes the dialogue repeats itself, and one room scene had lighting that looked like a fever dream, but maybe that’s on purpose; it kinda fits the corruption tone, like the hotel itself is drunk. The whole thing swings between dominance and submission faster than I can decide who’s winning. I caught myself rooting for the protagonist, then laughing when the milf receptionist literally turned him into her pet for forgetting to clock in. It’s chaotic, wet, over-the-top, and somehow honest, like it knows exactly what kind of filth it’s serving and invites you to enjoy how messy that is. Nothing polished, nothing polite, just raw kink with a wink.
Half the time I was laughing though. There’s this bit where you’re delivering towels, and the towel cart bumps into a femboy maid whose breasts bounce like they’re trying to escape gravity. He apologizes three times, blushes, and still finds a way to drag you into the staff room for “training.” The game just *leans* into that ridiculous energy, and somehow it works. It’s obscene and dumb and kind of brilliant. It’s like the dev watched a hundred hentai parodies and then decided to make one that actually feels alive, with just enough self-awareness that it never becomes boring.
Not everything hits - sometimes the dialogue repeats itself, and one room scene had lighting that looked like a fever dream, but maybe that’s on purpose; it kinda fits the corruption tone, like the hotel itself is drunk. The whole thing swings between dominance and submission faster than I can decide who’s winning. I caught myself rooting for the protagonist, then laughing when the milf receptionist literally turned him into her pet for forgetting to clock in. It’s chaotic, wet, over-the-top, and somehow honest, like it knows exactly what kind of filth it’s serving and invites you to enjoy how messy that is. Nothing polished, nothing polite, just raw kink with a wink.
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👁 8K
💬 6
★★★★☆
Lust Goddess
Collect prizes and items in the mail with each battle won, as they will help you evolve your educated fighters. The longer you evolve your lovely warriors, the more their corporal appearance switches. And from "switches", we suggest "that they become supah exposing, taunting you endlessly". And, if you can not escape from this headspace these hot hot visuals have pushed one into, the game does include a useful "auto" mode which can perform the top moves, which means it is possible to keep concentrating on your win - or, you knowthat anything is holding your focus.
Play with the #1 finest sex game on the planet. Exactly why wait around? It is free-for-all!
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👁 884
★★★★★
From Wife to Wench Chapter 5
Your life should have been boring as hell. Little farm kid, small fantasy town, marry a local girl, grow potatoes, die. Instead you somehow put a ring on one of the most famous adventurers in the whole damn kingdom, this stacked, battle-scarred goddess with giant tits, a perfect ass and a sword arm that could probably snap your spine if you misbehave. And she actually agrees to drop the armor, squeeze into a too-tight tavern uniform and work in your tiny, creaky bar as the new sexy waitress. It already feels like cheating just watching her bend over tables and pretend she doesn’t notice the way every drunk in the room is measuring her up like she is tonight’s main dish.
The game basically runs on that one dirty thought you never admit to anyone: what if your own wife wasn’t just yours? You’re the owner, she’s the barmaid, and every night the place fills with horny bastards, big spenders, shady mercs, orcs with big black cocks that barely fit in their trousers, and you decide how far you push her. Maybe you keep it “sweet” at first. Let her flirt, talk with that cute shy smile, boobs almost falling out of her corset while guys tip extra to see a little more cleavage. Then you start choosing drinks or events that push the mood. Stronger liquor, louder music, “accidental” wardrobe malfunctions, bets that end with her sitting in some stranger’s lap while you pretend to count coins. It’s all about nudging the line and then watching it vanish. One moment you’re proud husband, next moment you’re in the storage room jerking off because she just let a dark elf slap her ass in front of everyone and laughed like it was nothing.
What hits hard is how the game makes you feel both powerful and pathetic at the same time. You call the shots, pick dialog, pick what she wears, if she serves the regulars in that half-open shirt or that super tight skirt she can barely walk in. You choose if she smiles and seduces, if she blushes in humiliation, if she gets rough-handled behind the bar when you “look away” a bit too long. Sometimes you try to be a good guy and keep her safe, but the tavern itself kind of corrupts you. Money goes up faster when she lets them touch. Reputation spreads when she serves the big black stud in the corner and doesn’t stop him when his hand climbs under her skirt. And the part that fucked my brain a bit is that she actually likes the attention if you keep pushing that way, or she hates it and still does it because she wants you happy, and both versions are hot for completely different reasons. It’s not just porn, it’s this slow, messy slide from “my loyal wife” to “everyone’s favorite milf waitress” with you stuck between jealousy, pride, arousal and this weird, guilty smile while adventurers brag about how good her mouth feels. By the time the tavern is famous, you’re not even sure if you’re still the husband or just the guy who owns the bed she crawls into after getting pounded behind the bar. And somehow, that’s exactly what you were dreaming of from the start.
The game basically runs on that one dirty thought you never admit to anyone: what if your own wife wasn’t just yours? You’re the owner, she’s the barmaid, and every night the place fills with horny bastards, big spenders, shady mercs, orcs with big black cocks that barely fit in their trousers, and you decide how far you push her. Maybe you keep it “sweet” at first. Let her flirt, talk with that cute shy smile, boobs almost falling out of her corset while guys tip extra to see a little more cleavage. Then you start choosing drinks or events that push the mood. Stronger liquor, louder music, “accidental” wardrobe malfunctions, bets that end with her sitting in some stranger’s lap while you pretend to count coins. It’s all about nudging the line and then watching it vanish. One moment you’re proud husband, next moment you’re in the storage room jerking off because she just let a dark elf slap her ass in front of everyone and laughed like it was nothing.
What hits hard is how the game makes you feel both powerful and pathetic at the same time. You call the shots, pick dialog, pick what she wears, if she serves the regulars in that half-open shirt or that super tight skirt she can barely walk in. You choose if she smiles and seduces, if she blushes in humiliation, if she gets rough-handled behind the bar when you “look away” a bit too long. Sometimes you try to be a good guy and keep her safe, but the tavern itself kind of corrupts you. Money goes up faster when she lets them touch. Reputation spreads when she serves the big black stud in the corner and doesn’t stop him when his hand climbs under her skirt. And the part that fucked my brain a bit is that she actually likes the attention if you keep pushing that way, or she hates it and still does it because she wants you happy, and both versions are hot for completely different reasons. It’s not just porn, it’s this slow, messy slide from “my loyal wife” to “everyone’s favorite milf waitress” with you stuck between jealousy, pride, arousal and this weird, guilty smile while adventurers brag about how good her mouth feels. By the time the tavern is famous, you’re not even sure if you’re still the husband or just the guy who owns the bed she crawls into after getting pounded behind the bar. And somehow, that’s exactly what you were dreaming of from the start.
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👁 1.6K
★★★★★
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