Today's joke can remind you once again - playing with magic is not gont fetch you anything good in result. Especially if this magic is Voodoo! But in case in case you still don't believe us then check this animted story called"The Voodoo Penis". So this story commences at Jamal's House of weird shot. And a single fellow dare not only to inject this supermarket but even wants to buy something. And Jamal pretty quick finds something for him - a large old box with... voodoo manhood inside! Just say few magic words and make it work... So the customer buys it after all and fate brings him a surprise fairly sooon - on his way home he is stopped by some grumpy policeman. What will happen next? Oh, you might want to see it yourself. For more both hilarious and sexy animation only visit our website.

On the icy mountain peaks, Jake found himself carving through powder and chasing more than just adrenaline. The lift wasn’t just for riding up the mountain - Jake knew it was the perfect spot to meet some irresistible girls, each one dressed to tease despite the chill. Take the reins and steer Jake toward the girls waiting in line, each choice leading to a new, steamy encounter. Begin your conquest with the girls hanging around the lift, their smiles promising more than just a ride up the mountain. Expect a mix of funny dialogue and sexy scenes as Jake navigates the slopes and the tangled web of his holiday hookups. From tight jeans to bare skin under parkas, the girls are ready to play, and Jake’s here to make every moment count. As the snow falls softly, the temperature rises with every bold decision Jake makes among these tempting mountain beauties. Control Jake’s fate on this snowy adventure, mixing laughs, lust, and the thrill of the unknown in a game that keeps you hooked. Don’t wait - the girls at the lift are already waiting, and Jake’s next move could lead to unforgettable nights on the mountain.

On the icy mountain peaks, Jake found himself carving through powder and chasing more than just adrenaline. The lift wasn’t just for riding up the mountain - Jake knew it was the perfect spot to meet some irresistible girls, each one dressed to tease despite the chill. Take the reins and steer Jake toward the girls waiting in line, each choice leading to a new, steamy encounter. Begin your conquest with the girls hanging around the lift, their smiles promising more than just a ride up the mountain. Expect a mix of funny dialogue and sexy scenes as Jake navigates the slopes and the tangled web of his holiday hookups. From tight jeans to bare skin under parkas, the girls are ready to play, and Jake’s here to make every moment count. As the snow falls softly, the temperature rises with every bold decision Jake makes among these tempting mountain beauties. Control Jake’s fate on this snowy adventure, mixing laughs, lust, and the thrill of the unknown in a game that keeps you hooked. Don’t wait - the girls at the lift are already waiting, and Jake’s next move could lead to unforgettable nights on the mountain.

Ezreal’s chaotic adventure never slows down. Here, we find a man named Ezreal who’s flipped himself in ways you wouldn’t expect. This isn’t your average summoner’s petition or adventure - it’s raw, dirty, and tangled in identity.

This is a story about transformations triggered by filthy, relentless fucking that blur lines of who’s who. Hardcore actions push Ezreal to a spot where the difference between man and woman becomes an enormous blur.

Don’t let the thought that she used to be a man throw you off; it’s the whole point. Persistent fucking and an enormous shift keep Ezreal moving forward against all odds.

The encounters build upon each other, dragging Ezreal deeper into the mess he created by flipping himself.

The fucked journey persists, with Ezreal battling identity slips born from his own hands. It’s a deep dive into raw human desires mingled with impossible transformations.

Push aside your judgment and let Ezreal’s massive journey pull you into a world of filthy, endless fucking and identity chaos.

Step into a wild ride where identity is fluid, the fucking never stops, and the story refuses to end.

You wake up on this flying steel hotel called HMS Yuritopia, officially as “new fighter pilot”, unofficially as “dude dropped into a horny anime base”. The whole thing has this weird mood where half your brain is going “ok, we have mission briefings and air combat to worry about” and the other half is looking at the Seraph Squadron girls in their tight uniforms and thinking about literally anything except safety protocols. It starts pretty tame, just chatter in the hangar, some teasing, a bit of MC awkwardness, you picking dialogue options and trying not to sound like a complete idiot. Then very quietly the game puts your dick on a rails and goes, yeah, this is about sex, romance, and also jets, try to keep up.

What I like is how it doesn’t shove you straight into porn from line one. You flirt, you pick sides, you piss someone off by choosing the “cool” answer that actually lands as cringe, and the game remembers it. One scene you’re in the cockpit, comms crackling, adrenaline going nuts while you chase bogeys over some nameless ocean, and then later you’re in the locker room with one of the girls, the air still buzzing from the mission, her boots half unlaced, her flight suit hanging loose from her waist. She lifts her foot onto the bench, starts smirking down at you, and suddenly you’re on your knees, cheek pressed to her thigh, tasting sweat and soap while she rubs her toes along your lips like she owns your mouth. She doesn’t even need to say “good dog”, you feel it. The game loves that kind of power imbalance, like constant little reminders that yeah, you’re the pilot, but they’re the real aces here, especially when it comes to your body.

At some point you end up in this semi-private observation deck, glass all around, stars and clouds outside, and one of them decides to use you as her stress relief. She sits on your face while the ship hums around you, legs clamped tight, voice dripping trash talk. She calls you pathetic in one line and then fingers your hair in the next, sighs like she’s actually proud you know how to use your tongue. You can feel her heels against your back, pressing, like she’s pinning you there so you don’t even think about breathing before she’s finished. Later, another route, you’re in her cabin, lights low, she makes you sit on the floor between her knees while she lazily strokes you with one hand and pats your head with the other, talking in that soft pilot briefing tone about how “a good subordinate obeys every order”. The handjob is slow and almost painfully controlled, she stops right before you cum just to tilt your chin up with her toes and ask if you deserve it. That’s the kind of mean that sticks in your brain. And then somewhere else, way less dramatic, you’re just in the mess hall, talking shit about loadouts and missions, and two girls are basically flirting with each other over your plate like you’re just background furniture, brushing each other’s fingers, trading little looks, and it’s somehow hotter than the obvious blowjob scene that comes later in the corridors when one of them drags you behind a bulkhead, drops to her knees, and uses you to wipe that smug smile off your face, except it doesn’t work because now you’re the one whimpering against the wall, trying not to make noise while she dribbles spit down your shaft and laughs quietly every time your hips jerk. The whole thing feels like romantic drama and horny barracks gossip got locked together in a cabin, and you’re the idiot who knocked on the door at the worst possible moment.