Micia loves to get down and dirty, her wild side shining through every moan. In this provocative adult game, you take full control of the action with Micia, the naughty cat lady who’s always ready for some intense, sweaty fucking.

On the left side of the screen, you’ll find a detailed control panel that lets you pick various explicit actions. Clicking these icons triggers vivid sex scenes that’ll have you glued to the screen, watching Micia gasp and scream under your touch.

You can even enlarge the images to catch every slick detail of her glistening skin and shuddering body. Micia’s heavy breaths and desperate moans will fuel your lust as you fuck her harder and faster.

There’s no time to hesitate - thrust deep into her succulent pink hole again and again until she’s shaking with ecstasy. If you want, you can customize your experience and explore different angles and touches, feeling every stroke in POV style.

This game is made for those craving big cocks and feral passion, combining fantasy and lust in a way that burns like wildfire. So grab your mouse and prepare for a no-holds-barred fuckfest with Micia, the ultimate carnally charged cat lady.

Get lost in the sensation of her silky fur, the heat of her tight body, and the overwhelming ecstasy of pure, untamed lust. Every gasp and every moan is yours to command in this decadent playground of erotic indulgence.

Dive into a world where your darkest desires are rewarded with the sweetest screams, and the hottest catgirl waits just for you.

Tonight, your eyes lock onto a sultry pink-haired vixen, her massive breasts bouncing with every breath, teasing your senses. Emerald eyes burn with hunger, fixed on your every move.

She’s already sprawled across her bed, legs spread wide and inviting. You can almost feel her warm breath brushing your skin, thick with need. Her dripping pussy is ready, soaked and aching for your cock to fill her completely.

Start slow - press your cock gently against her, letting her adjust to your size. Then, without mercy, fuck her hard and fast, making her moan your name over and over.

With each powerful thrust, you edge closer to the brink, your body trembling. She writhes beneath you, her nails digging into your back as pleasure overwhelms her.

When you finally shatter, your release erupts hot and thick, flooding her dripping pussy. You're both gasping, tangled in sweat and satisfaction, the lights off but the heat still burning.

This is no gentle encounter - it’s raw, filthy, and utterly addictive. Let go of restraint and dive headfirst into this hentai fantasy, where every touch ignites fire.

Homer running off to drink at Moe’s while you’re stuck in Springfield trying to prep for a poker tournament sounds about right, honestly. The setup here is simple as hell but weirdly hot: you’re crashing with the Simpsons because you’re some distant relative by marriage, you need practice for this big tournament, Homer’s supposed to help you, then he bails to go hang with Moe and “train” him instead. Total asshole move, but whatever, because it leaves you alone in the house with Marge. And not cartoon-on-TV Marge, but this thick, curvy, blue-haired MILF version who looks way too good to be stuck with Homer. You wander outside, find her coming out of this little sauna in the backyard, towel, steam, everything, and she’s annoyed at Homer too. That part actually sells it: she’s not some instant slut, she’s just pissed at him and a bit bored, and you’re standing there horny and disappointed and kind of desperate for poker practice. It doesn’t even try to hide the porn logic. One second she’s talking about how she doesn’t believe in what Homer is doing, next second she’s like “I’ll help you practice”… except she’s going to be in the bath while you play. That’s the whole excuse for the strip angle and it kind of works because it feels like one of those stupid decisions horny people make in bad fanfics that you still read anyway on F95 or some random Blogspot with 20 popups.

Gameplay is literally poker, nothing fancy, so if you ever played some strip poker flash shit back in the day you know the deal. You sit across from Marge in POV, play hand after hand, and every win nudges her a bit more out of her comfort zone. At the start she’s still doing the whole “I’m just here to beat a pro” thing, soaking in her bath, casual, but once the chips start going your way she starts losing clothes and that classic Marge awkwardness turns into this shy, guilty excitement. It’s the kind of pacing where you find yourself intentionally slow playing, not because the AI is smart or something, but because you want to drag out that moment where she’s half turned away, water running down her tits, pretending it’s all just a game of cards. There’s no complicated meter, no affection grind, no inventory nonsense. You win hands, you see more of her, you keep pushing, and eventually you’re way past “practice” and deep into hardcore Simpsons parody territory. There are a couple of points where the expressions look a bit off and her face slips a little too close to goofy, which kind of kills the mood for a second, but then the next scene has her breasts pushed together and you forget you were complaining. It’s like when you swear you’ll stop watching some dumb porn on Pornhub, then the next position hits and suddenly you’re fine with everything again. And yeah, the whole thing is cheap and a little trashy and the writing stumbles all over itself with “relative” excuses, but if you ever thought Marge was wasted on that yellow donut addict, this is basically your chance to sit at the kitchen table with her, shuffle a deck, and slowly turn poker practice into something you absolutely can’t explain to anyone in Springfield.

This thing feels like someone found a cursed old Flash file on an ancient laptop and decided “yeah, people still need to see Rouge’s boobs inflate like balloons.” And weirdly, they were right. It’s this low-res, crunchy looking Sonic porn parody where everything is just slightly wrong in that special Newgrounds way, like the proportions are off, the buttons look like they were drawn in MS Paint, and the audio crackles a bit when Rouge moans. But that gives it charm. The game throws you right into Sonic’s point of view, no slow build, no fancy intro, just you picking who to mess with and how badly you want to abuse the laws of physics inside their bodies. Rouge, Amy, and Knuckles are the main “victims” here, and yes, Knuckles gets the same inflated treatment, which is both hot and hilarious and a tiny bit disturbing at the same time. You pick a character, you make choices that feel way too simple, and suddenly their tits, ass, or whatever you focused on is swelling up like a hentai beach ball while they either love it or panic about it. It’s not subtle. At all. And it really doesn’t try to be.

One thing I liked is how the POV angle actually matters. You’re not just “watching” Sonic, you kind of *are* Sonic, or at least some horny ghost living behind his eyes, clicking through options like “pump more” or “keep going” and seeing how far the game lets you push it before it decides you’ve gone too far. Sometimes the expression change hits harder than the actual inflation. Rouge giving you that smug, half-lidded look while her chest creaks against invisible pressure? That stuck in my brain longer than it should. Amy goes more playful, more embarrassed, lots of blushing, which fits her. Knuckles is pure comedy. Seeing that tough guy get puffed up like a sex balloon and still try to act serious had me laughing harder than I wanted. It reminded me a bit of those old stupid Flash VNs that people used to pass around on MSN and later on Discord servers, where half the fun was just breaking the game or clicking things in the wrong order. Here though, there are actual branches, a couple small “bad ends” where you just overdo it and the game kind of shrugs like “yeah, you fucked up.” No long story, no lore dump, just horny cartoon bodies filling up and reacting.

But the pacing is weird. Some routes jump from “okay this is cute” to “Jesus Christ that’s a lot of air” in one click, and I kinda wanted one more middle step in the transformation, more in-between shots where the clothes strain, the curves start to push out, that kind of slow burn. Instead, it sometimes feels like going from 1 to 100 without the 30, 60, 80 that make these things perfect. The controls are clunky too. A couple of buttons are placed just slightly too low and my brain kept trying to scroll the page instead of clicking. That’s minor, stupid thing, but after it happened third time, I got annoyed and then forgot I was annoyed because Amy’s dress was riding up in a really nice way. Also, the sound loop for one of Rouge’s scenes is a bit too short and if you stay in that segment a while, it starts to grate on your ear, like you’re stuck inside an old Windows XP hentai game that never stops panting. Still, the expressions are surprisingly good for something this old. Eyes roll, lips tremble, a few little details in the way their bodies stretch that tell you the creator actually knew what inflation fetish people wanted before inflation porn blew up all over sites like Gelbooru and Pixiv. It’s messy, childish, kind of broken, kind of brilliant, and it absolutely feels like a real person’s horny project that somehow survived long enough to end up back in our browsers again.