Guy is twenty, dick hard, spine soft. That kind of protagonist. He moves into this boring looking apartment block because his crush Aiko lives there, and he thinks it’s going to be all wholesome slice-of-life bullshit. Of course it’s not. The whole place is like a horny pressure cooker. Every floor has some secret: a girl using a vibrator a little too loudly behind a paper-thin wall, neighbors whispering about who’s getting fucked by who, that kind of vibe. It starts “pure” with him trying to confess to Aiko, stuttering like an idiot, jerking off in his room because he can hear her shower. Then she finds out about his feelings and instead of blushing she looks at him like fresh meat. That’s the switch. This is not a romance where the shy guy grows up and becomes a hero. He’s a toy, and the game really enjoys making you feel that.

Aiko is cruel in this soft, playful way that hits harder than straight-up abuse. She makes him edge while she sits on the couch texting someone else. She uses her feet on his cock and then acts bored halfway, like she’s helping a neighbor carry groceries instead of making him whine. She plays “innocent girlfriend” outside, but when the door closes she’s snapping pictures of him in panties and telling him how cute his “clit” looks. There are scenes where she pulls other girls into it, like it’s nothing. One moment she’s kissing him gentle, tongue slow, and the next she’s wiping her spit on his lips and telling another girl to “try him, he’s obedient.” Group scenes feel messy and intimate at the same time: too many hands, some teasing him, some slapping, someone pushing a toy in his ass while another girl rides his face and Aiko just watches, smiling like she’s proud and disappointed together. Sometimes she’ll let him cum inside, warm creampie and soft moan, then immediately humiliate him for how fast he finished. Other times she makes him stay a virgin in one way while turning him into a complete slut in another. You get these tiny choices about resisting or giving in, and half the time even “resist” just means you’ll break a bit later. The corruption is slow enough to feel nasty, but not slow enough that I stop yanking my dick. Honestly I ended up spending more time rerolling scenes and reloading for different reactions than actually “progressing”. It has that gacha feeling in story form, like “maybe this run she will call me good boy while stepping on my face, not just laugh.” And yeah, I got exactly that, and it still somehow wasn’t enough.

What I liked most is how the game doesn’t pretend the MC is secretly in control. He’s not. The girls treat him like a stress toy. One neighbor uses him just for masturbation practice, hands only, no kissing, like she’s learning piano. Another girl goes full lesbian in front of him, grinding on Aiko while making him watch and stroke, then casually uses his mouth like a clean-up tool. There’s anal stuff that just happens after enough teasing, no big drumroll, she just spits on a plug and pushes, tells him to relax, and if you’re like me you’re half angry, half horny, and still clicking “continue”. I kind of hate how small things feel huge: the way Aiko steps on his phone to stop him calling someone, or how she changes his clothes piece by piece until one morning he looks at himself and he’s basically her sissy pet. I wish there was more pushback, some route where he flips it on her, but there isn’t and there won’t be and honestly that makes it hotter. It keeps poking at the cheating angle too, like she might be fucking someone else when he’s not around, but you can dodge it if you want. Or not. Sometimes I let it happen just to see how she’d humiliate him afterwards. The game is clumsy in spots, dialogue weird, pacing off, a couple scenes feel like they forgot foreplay and just jumped straight to toys and screaming, but I still kept one hand on the mouse and one under the desk. I told myself I’d only play until he “wins her heart”. He never really does. He just gets addicted to her, to the collar you don’t see but definitely feel every time she smiles. And I’m still here, like an idiot gacha whale, praying for one more perfect pull where she says my name instead of his.

This one starts like some half-serious detective visual novel, then quietly pulls your pants down while you’re still nodding along to the “we help innocent prisoners” talk. You got the guy who always wanted to be Sherlock but with a dick, his justice-obsessed girlfriend who actually has a spine, and their tiny agency circling the drain. Money problems, boring clients, rent breathing on their neck. Normal noir setup. Then that Sawyer guy shows up, big celebrity detective with slick PR, fake smile, and this vibe like he’s already undressing both of them in his head while talking about “partnership” and “mutual benefit”. First case you do under his name, it still feels mostly clean: interview a witness, follow some shady clerk, connect clues on the board, whatever. You’re thinking “ok, just mystery with boobs here and there”. Then it tilts. Not fast, it’s slower, like a bad idea you decide to try once and then it keeps happening.

I really liked when the game lets you swap between the guy and the girl during one investigation, not in a tutorial way, just suddenly you’re in her head while she’s getting cornered in an office by some rich asshole you’re supposed to be “interviewing”. She’s trying to stay professional, asking about alibis and timelines, and he keeps leaning closer, asking if her boss knows she’s “this tight” with clients. You can play her as stiff and righteous or let her hesitate a bit too long when he touches her thigh. That tiny pause feels worse than any big “corruption meter” bar. Later you jump back into the male POV, sitting in a car outside, thinking she’s just taking long with the questioning, and you can choose to trust her or start doubting. I hate that the coffee cup in that car scene has this ugly texture that looks like it came from some 2009 stock pack on Google Images. Every time I see it I get annoyed and then forget I was annoyed because next thing I’m watching her kneel down in that same asshole’s office, trying to bargain with her mouth for information. I’m not even sure if I liked that scene or if it just stuck in my brain like gum on shoe.

The sex itself, when it hits, is more about situation than some perfect angles. There’s this blowjob in a cramped archive room where she’s trying to keep quiet, filing cabinets all around, dude’s belt clinking every time he bucks his hips. The camera hangs too long on her eyes, red and watery, like the game is asking “this what you wanted, detective?” and yeah, it kind of is, but also you feel like shit in a hot way. Sometimes the romance stuff between the main two actually feels sweet, like when they crash on the office couch after a long case and she climbs on top, just slow vaginal, kissing, talking about their future agency like it’s still theirs. It should be cute, but if you already pushed her down the dirty route, that same scene plays weird in your head because you know what she did last case to get that signed confession. The game never screams “you are corrupting her” in big neon letters, it just quietly offers choices that look practical: accept a shady deal to get access to a crime scene, agree to “private questioning” with a suspect, let the boss handle something off-screen. One moment I liked way too much: Sawyer calling you into his office, closing the blinds, and just calmly describing what “extras” your girlfriend did for a client, while you sit there pretending you knew already. That mix of mystery, humiliation, and powerplay feels filthy in a way Pornhub never hits. And then you’re back at your desk, filling out case notes as if nothing happened, like this is just another Tuesday at the agency. I forgot what I was even mad about. Something with that cup. Whatever.

TableTop BornStar is that kind of filth that pretends to be a respectable “board game experiment” and then just drags you into a slow, dirty corruption trip where you end up clicking “yes” to things you swore you wouldn’t. You’re this washed-up talent agent stuck in his office with an ankle bracelet, basically a horny goblin in a cheap suit, and you’ve got Mary Jane on the phone and in your cams, this adorable country girl who thinks Hollywood is about “art” and “dreams” and has no idea what cumshot even means yet. Every turn is dice and cards and little choices that feel small, like “take this photoshoot” or “meet this producer” or “try this new ‘acting exercise’ that just happens to involve a vibrator under the table”. Then ten turns later she’s doing anal for a low-budget indie “thriller” and you’re like, ok, maybe that one friendly massage suggestion was the start of a very long fall. It’s fun how the management side is just enough to feel like you’re actually running some crooked porn empire from your phone while you’re on the toilet, checking stats like “fame” and “innocence” and “kink” like it’s a spreadsheet, except the spreadsheet moans and asks if you like her new lingerie.

What really got me addicted is how the game keeps throwing you these decisions that sound sweet or romantic, then immediately gives you a way nastier branch if you’re in the mood to be a complete bastard. You can play the nice manager, hold her hand (and yeah, later, more than hand) and try to keep things “classy”, take her on slow-burn romance scenes, oral under the desk, soft cuddling after a creampie, all that fake Hollywood love story vibe. Or you can push her into exhibitionist gigs where she’s stripping in a cheap club with drunk assholes grabbing her big ass, backstage masturbation sessions just to “relax before the take”, weird board game events where a card suddenly lets you suggest a lesbian scene with her roommate and the only thing stopping you is your own conscience, which you probably left at the title screen. I had one run where she started in this cute sundress, barely kissing anyone, next thing she’s on a casting couch with three guys, toys involved, you’re watching from a camera like some happy little voyeur, and the game just shrugs like, “Hey, you rolled the card.” Then another run I tried to be more caring, focused on romance, and still somehow ended up with pregnancy drama and her asking if you’ll stay with her while she’s rubbing her belly and offering you a footjob because “you helped her so much”. Completely fucked up in the best way.

What I didn’t expect is how funny it is sometimes. There’s these stupid jokes about Hollywood, failed movies, directors who think they’re geniuses because they added one artsy black-and-white sex scene, and your character is just roasting everyone while also setting up gangbang auditions. The humor kind of hides how rough some choices are. One card event I got had Mary Jane doing a “serious” acting workshop which turns into blindfolded “trust exercises”, and the sound of the dice roll made me way more nervous than it should. Speaking of sounds, the audio is surprisingly decent: little gasps when you push her too far, slaps during spanking scenes that feel almost too real on headphones, wet sucking during oral that made me close other tabs fast so nobody hears. I wish there was a bit more variety in some moans, sometimes they loop in a way that made me think my browser bugged out, but I still kept playing, so whatever. The animated bits are short, kind of rough, but that fits the late 90s Hollywood trash vibe, like watching old bootleg porn tapes someone recorded over daytime TV. And those multiple endings sneak up on you: one time she was broken, fully corrupted and still smiling on red carpets, another time she was this successful “serious actress” who secretly sends you nudes between shoots, and I’m pretty sure there’s at least one path where you actually don’t ruin her completely, but I keep accidentally pulling cards with sex toys and group sex offers, so maybe I’m the problem, not the game.

Imagine if somebody smashed together Witcher fanfic from some horny reddit thread, a corruption sim, and those old Flash-era slider puzzles, then wrapped it in 3dcg versions of Ciri, Triss and Yen that look just different enough to not get CDPR lawyers knocking. That’s basically the vibe here. You’re this random guy in a twisted “what if” version of the Continent where monsters are less scary than pregnancy and everyone’s moral compass is already hanging by a thread. The whole point is simple: talk your way into their heads, fuck up their ideals, and turn the iconic sorceresses and one slightly traumatized white-haired princess into a personal breeding cult that lives and breathes for your cock. It sounds edgy as hell written out, but in the game it feels more like a slow and messy slide into “okay I guess we’re doing creampies in Kaer Morhen now.”

The fun part is how each girl bends differently. Ciri starts all stubborn and righteous, the usual “I’ve seen worlds and you’re nothing to me” attitude, then a couple of sharp choices later she’s grinding on your lap in some ruined tower, talking shit but not actually moving away while you keep pushing her panties aside. The moment when you first decide if you’ll go for bareback with her, knowing the whole breeding angle is a big deal in this world, hits harder than it should in a porn game. Triss is the classic big-tits redhead temptation package, already halfway corrupt before you even touch her. One branch turns her into this needy thing who keeps insisting it’s “just magic experimentation” while you pump another load into her and watch that spell circle on the floor pulse brighter. Another path has her still pretending she’s doing it all for “the greater good,” which is hilarious when she’s moaning loud enough that even a deaf drowner would look over. And then there’s Yennefer: the smug brunette who treats you like an insect until you finally catch her on one weak moment, hand between her thighs under a desk, asking very calm questions while your fingers keep sliding deeper. The first time you drag her from “you’re beneath me” to “don’t pull out” in one scene is actually kind of satisfying in a shitty power fantasy way, although the writing stumbles sometimes, like it can’t decide if she’s broken, in love, or just horny on potions.

What threw me a bit is how one wrong dialogue choice quietly kills a whole route without telling you. You think you’re being clever or “in character” for a Witcher-style world, then suddenly Triss stops visiting your room and Ciri just talks about training again and your cock-worship harem dream is hanging by a thread. There is a corruption meter hiding behind the scenes, you can feel it when a scene suddenly flips from vanilla riding to “press her down and finish inside,” but the game never really bothers to explain it. Sometimes that’s hot, sometimes it’s just annoying, like when I spent three runs trying to get a specific interracial scene with Ciri and a dark-skinned merc guy joining in, only to realize one early “mercenaries are scum” line basically locked the dude out forever. Also, the faces look great most of the time, but Ciri’s white hair clips into her shoulder in one blowjob loop and it drove me crazy, because everything else in that animation is perfect, the way her eyes look up, spit shining your shaft, and then this stupid hair strand just phases through her armor like it’s made of smoke. Still clicked replay on it like five times though. And the creampie shots are surprisingly good for a parody thing: you feel the choice, like, do you risk knocking up a legendary sorceress just to watch her pussy leak onto the sheets, or do you pull out and disappoint her while she pretends not to care? I kept telling myself I’d play “smart” next run, avoid the hardcore corruption, try a more moral path, but I always end up back in that same castle room, hand hovering over the option that says “stay inside her” and thinking yeah, alright, one more time.

You sit in this quiet little interview room, but everything feels wrong in a good, dirty way. The girl in front of you looks real enough, moves her big tits when she laughs, shifts in the chair so her huge ass presses against the fabric, but you know she’s about to stop being “human” and turn into a digital toy for horny people with too much money. That’s the whole job: before they upload her mind, memories, secret kinks and all, you poke around in her head and decide what kind of slutty version of her gets saved. It sounds very sci-fi and high concept, but honestly it feels like you’re just the horny HR guy of the future, sitting with your tablet, pretending to be professional while her voiced reactions keep giving you semi every two minutes. She talks, moans, breathes into the mic, reacts when you ask something risky, and every answer can go honest or fake, pure or totally corrupted, and the game quietly tracks it while you sweat. Sometimes she smiles too sweet and you just know she’s lying, but still you push that “continue” because her lips just moved in that slow, teasing animation and your brain turns to goo.

The fun part is you’re not just clicking through a script. You choose what to ask, which buttons to press, physically and emotionally. Go gentle and she tries to stay a “good girl”, future-wifey material, soft teasing, almost wholesome, at least for porn logic. Push the dirtier routes and she starts confessing stuff that sounds like she never told anyone before, like cheating stories she tries to justify, or how she used to use her body to get what she wants. The corruption isn’t instant; it crawls in slowly, question by question. Suddenly she’s describing how she rode some guy in a backseat and you see this quick little animation of her bouncing, tits going up and down, and the game pretends it’s just a “visual aid” from the AI system, but come on. You're there to watch that loop over and over. It almost feels like the computer itself is getting horny, because the more you push her into slut territory, the more explicit the AI-generated images get, like the system is auto-filling gaps from her mind with its own dirty imagination. Sometimes the picture is a bit weird, like her face slightly off, but that kind of fits the vibe. Future porn is a bit broken, and that’s hot somehow.

I like that she reacts to how you act. Ask her something sweet after you were a total asshole earlier and she’ll sound confused, like “now you care?”, with this nervous little laugh that feels way too real. Other times she leans into it: once I pushed every shady choice I saw, made her admit she slept with a married guy, then kept drilling on the cheating angle, and when the honesty bar was high enough she suddenly dropped this whole confession about seducing her friend’s husband while the friend slept in the next room. The voice cracked a little on the word “sorry”. That hit different. The game gives you these micro moments, a certain look in her eyes, a longer breath before answering, a shy smile after she says something filthy, and you forget you’re basically just doing a multiple-choice test with porn on top. Also, side rant: whoever decided the text box sometimes covers a bit of boob at the bottom, I hate you, I respect you, but I hate you. I sat there, trying to read about her “deep emotional conflict” while being mildly angry that areola alignment was blocked. Anyway, if you’re the type who likes to save the best looping GIFs from hentai scenes, this thing is like a factory for that. You replay not because of some “perfect ending” nonsense, but because you want to see what she sounds like when she fully gives in, or what the AI shows when you turn her into the dirtiest version of herself the system can legally sell. And maybe you poke the honest options again afterward, pretend she’s still innocent, even when you already saw what she looks like when she’s bent over on that digital sofa, begging the invisible client for a second round.

Tainted Philter feels like one of those horny ideas somebody had in a Discord call and then actually followed through, in a good and kinda fucked up way. You’re this awkward, low self esteem guy dumped in a new city, stuck in a free room that sounds like a Craigslist scam, and then school hits you in the face. Whole thing looks like a pretty normal school life at first, except everybody’s a bit too hot and the camera really likes hips and thighs. Then this otherworldly woman shows up, like someone mixed a research assistant with a succubus and an RPG vendor, and just casually tells you magic is real and your new job is to corrupt people for her “research”. Totally normal conversation to have in a dark corner, right. She hands you a stash of potions with different colors and effects, and from there the game basically turns into “how far can you push this without everything collapsing on your head”. And you will push it. Even if you pretend you won’t.

The lewd stuff builds up nice and dirty. At first it’s small changes: a classmate who suddenly laughs at your lame jokes a bit too hard, a teacher who lowers her guard after a drink that’s just “a little stronger than usual”. The fun starts when you realize the game quietly tracks how twisted each girl is getting, and scenes start shifting tone. One route I spiked this quiet, ultra strict girl’s drink with something that boosted her confidence and lowered her shame; first time she just unbuttoned one more button on her blouse in the hallway, second time she was already flirting with me in the library like the place didn’t have cameras, third time I ended up with her grinding on my lap in an empty classroom while she kept insisting she was “still a good student”. The game doesn’t scream “you picked choice X so now Y happens”, it just lets the corruption stack and suddenly you’re in some filthy situation that started with a tiny decision three scenes ago. The MC goes from stuttering mess to smug manipulator way faster than feels healthy, but weirdly it fits, since the woman who gave you the powers clearly doesn’t care about your morals. You also get “extras” from her gift that she doesn’t know about, and the way the game lets you lie to her while you keep milking those perks is way more erotic than I expected; she talks about scientific progress while you secretly push girls past the line for your own fun. Some scenes get pretty intense, like harem setups where all the different corrupted personalities clash around you, and it still pretends to be a mystery story on top. The only thing that annoyed me is how the MC sometimes suddenly grows a spine in dialogue and then goes back to being awkward again right after a sex scene, like the game forgot which version of him was active, but by the time you’re juggling several girls in that school and mixing magic like a horny data scientist doing A/B tests on human lust, it really doesn’t matter anymore.

This one starts like some horny Erasmus fantasy that went completely off the rails. You’re this Italian guy dumped in Japan, and the whole thing leans hard into the “foreign dude in a place where he shouldn’t be this cocky” vibe. He’s not some shy herbivore either, more like a walking Roman ego with a nice accent and way too much confidence for his own good. The game really pushes that feeling that he’s hunting, not waiting. Every time you think he’ll back off from a married woman, or a woman clearly too mature for his level, he just… doesn’t. He treats every new apartment, workplace corridor, and tiny Tokyo side street like it’s some old Roman province that needs to be “conquered”, which sounds cringe, but it actually works because half the time you’re laughing at how far he goes. Then suddenly there’s this scene where the mood switches and the flirting hits way harder than it should, and you catch yourself actually caring if she replies to his late-night message.

The women here are the real reason to stay, obviously. Classic Japanese housewives with that soft, tired face and huge tits that bounce way too much for “just talking in the kitchen”. That older office lady who acts strict at work but melts fast once he starts pushing her buttons. A neat, classy milf in perfect makeup sharing “innocent” tea with the gaijin, then five minutes later she’s pressed up against the hallway wall, whispering that her husband must not know. The cheating stuff is all over the place: wedding rings, family photos on the shelf, husbands working late, that whole guilty-but-still-horny energy. The corruption feels slow in a good way, like you’re watching them slide from “this is inappropriate” to “I need your dick again” across several encounters, not just suddenly flipping a switch. And yeah, the tits are huge, but not just plastic balloons glued on; the game really takes time with how they move when she leans forward to pour coffee or when you push her against the couch and her blouse struggles to contain anything. Sometimes it’s hot in a quiet way, like a lingering hand on the thigh under the table, sometimes it jumps straight into her riding you while trying not to moan too loud because the kid is sleeping in the next room.

What I actually liked most is that the protagonist is kind of an asshole, but in a charming idiot way. He talks big about “conquest” like some budget Caesar, but half the time it feels like he’s winging it, improvising seduction with half-broken Japanese and raw confidence. It’s not subtle at all, but weirdly that’s the fun part: you know he’s a walking red flag, the women know he’s a walking red flag, and they still put their legs around his waist. Some routes feel a bit too gamey, like the “right” dialogue line is too obvious, and there are moments where a milf falls for him almost too fast. I also hate how one specific scene teases a long, slow build-up in the bath and then just cuts the foreplay short when it was finally getting really filthy. But then the next time you’re back in that same bathroom, she’s the one reaching for him first, her face red, water dripping down those massive breasts, muttering that she “can’t stop now” even if her husband is in the living room. It’s that kind of cycle: small frustrations here and there, and then a single scene that hits your specific kink so hard you forget to complain. It’s messy, it’s horny, it’s very “gaijin ruins nice Japanese households with his cock” and it doesn’t pretend to be anything else.

A redheaded city girl walks into a tiny Scottish village in the middle of nowhere and, of course, everyone is horny and something is wrong with the sea. That’s the basic vibe here. The game throws you into this foggy coastal place where people smile a bit too warmly, stare a bit too long, and somehow every friendly conversation can slide into “hey, why is half the town ready to strip outside in the rain if the waves tell them to.” You play her, and she’s not some pure innocent flower either. She’s curious, she’s stubborn, and she keeps ending up in situations where saying “no” is possible, but saying “fuck it, I want to feel this” is way more tempting, especially when soft female lips are involved. There’s a lot of reading, a lot of choices, and the sex doesn’t just appear out of nowhere; it crawls toward you slowly, like the tide, until you realize your panties are around your ankle and that married woman you just “interviewed” for your little investigation has two fingers inside you and her wedding ring is cold against your skin. Then the scene lingers. It doesn’t jump cut away. It makes you stay there in the mess with her breath on your neck, her tongue on your clit, and you trying to remember you came here to solve something, not to be somebody’s secret seaside toy.

What I liked is how often the game puts you outside, literally. Wind, rocks, slippery grass under bare knees, salt on skin, clothes half pulled up against a crumbling wall. Girls going down on each other behind a boathouse while the sound of the surf is loud enough that you’re not sure anyone would hear you moan. There’s a threesome, too, that starts almost romantic and then turns into this raw, dirty sharing thing where your character is passed between warm hands and hungry mouths like she’s a gift from the sea, not a person with a brain. In some routes she cheats, in others she gets cheated on, and sometimes you just sit there watching a milf who should know better push you down on a blanket and tell you to relax while she spreads your legs and tastes you like she hasn’t eaten pussy in years. The corruption side is more emotional than people might expect; it’s not just “you were straight now you’re gay and into anal.” It’s more like “you were in control, and then one day you realize you need their touch like air.” At one point I tried to keep my heroine strong and distant, refused a few offers, built up her “resistance” like the game quietly nags you to do, and still ended up on my knees, mouth full, fingers digging into someone’s hips while the sea sang behind us. I’m not complaining. Or I am. Hard to tell. The only thing that annoyed me was this one dialogue choice that looked innocent and suddenly turned into a full-on group scene, complete with wet sounds and someone’s tongue where the sun doesn’t shine, and I just sat there thinking, “okay, I guess we’re doing this now.” But then again, that’s kind of why I kept clicking.

Bored guy in a glass box in the sky decides he wants to break his toy a little. That is basically the soul of this thing. You start as this marketing exec who has everything dialed in: money, cool apartment with stupidly huge windows, and a girlfriend who looks like she walked out of some luxury perfume ad, all long legs, big tits, expensive taste, polite smile. She is “good girl” in that high society way, the kind that apologizes when the waiter bumps into her. And you look at her and think: what happens if I push? Just a bit. Just enough to crack that perfect mask. So you tell her to take off her clothes next to the glass, where the city can see. It is not even subtle. It is just: show me how far you can fall for me.

What I liked is how dirty it feels without being all screaming porn right away. At first it is like a stupid couple game, 30 seconds with her shirt open, her nipples pressed to the cold glass, you standing behind her, half teasing, half testing. You keep talking, whispering in her ear about people watching, about the office guy across the street maybe jerking off behind his blinds. She blushes, tries to cover herself with her hands, and of course you move them away. Tiny thing that annoyed me: at one point she wears these heels that look like they were grabbed from a random asset store and my brain just fixated on them for no reason. Anyway. Slowly she starts obeying faster. You tell her to bend over, to spread, to let you slide your fingers inside her while the city is right there, all the lights, all the windows. Sometimes the game cuts to this voyeur angle, like you are on the opposite balcony, watching her tits bounce while you fuck her from behind, and it feels wrong in that good, greasy way. Sometimes the pacing is weird and a scene just ends when you actually wanted to stay there longer, with her face smashed on the glass, mouth open, drool, eyes rolling up in that ahegao mess. I even paused once just to stare at the reflection of your own body in the window, pressing close behind her, like you two are on display in some live porn shop above the street.

Over time she shifts from “no, this is crazy” to touching herself on her own, pressing her pussy on the window, rubbing her clit while people maybe walk below and you just watch, arms crossed, this calm little overlord vibe. There is romance, but it is twisted, because every “I love you” is wrapped around male domination. You praise her, then push her harder. Make her suck you while the curtains are half open, then pull her hair and aim your cum so it drips down her chin in full view of those hypothetical neighbors you keep talking about. One creampie scene sticks in my head: you make her ride you facing the glass, her big ass slamming down, your cock buried inside her until you fill her and tell her not to move, to let it leak while she stares at her own reflection, cheeks flushed, half ashamed, half proud. It is corruption but also kind of a collaboration, because she slowly starts wanting it, asking “do you think they can see my tits from here?” then lifting them up like an exhibitionist little trophy. Anal slips in as a sort of next-level dare, where she hesitates, then lets you push in while she bites the glass, hands flat, nails scratching. There is oral, there is masturbation, there are those moments where you catch her stroking herself when you are not even in the room and the camera pretends to be security footage. Part of me wanted more variety outside the apartment, but at the same time, that single cage of glass and city lights gives it this weird art piece feeling, like the whole relationship is a performance for invisible strangers scrolling their phones on the other side of the street.