Your dad suddenly decides he'd rather chase dick than milk cows, drops a casual “bye” and vanishes, and the whole spoiled city life just collapses in one afternoon. Your mom drags you back to the family farm, where the wi-fi is shit, the air smells like animals, and the only real entertainment is whatever your cock can get you into. The game really leans into that awkward “too close for comfort” family setup: mom trying to pretend everything is normal, you being way too aware of her curves when she bends over to haul a bag of feed, and all those long evenings in a creaky old farmhouse where the doors don’t quite close and nobody remembers to lock anything. It starts “tame” on the surface, like you just help around the place, but the camera loves slow, hungry pans and those tiny moments when a hand lingers too long or a shirt rides up just enough to make your brain go feral. There is a lot of staring. You catch yourself just watching her ass while she’s washing dishes, or spying through a half open door when she thinks she’s alone and her hand is between her legs, biting her lip and whispering your father’s name but clearly not thinking about him. That part hit weirdly hard. And hot. Mostly hot.

What I liked is how the game weaponizes boredom. City porn is all quick, fast, click-click-nut. This feels more like: nothing happens, nothing happens, you jerk off in the barn because you watched mom suck a popsicle weirdly slowly at lunch, then suddenly she walks in while you’re stroking, and instead of a normal reaction, she just freezes, looks at it, blushes, then pretends she saw nothing and tells you to help her with the hay later. But next scene she can’t keep her eyes off your bulge. That slow corruption, both of her and of you, kind of mirrors old incest hentai from the 2000s where the line between “oops accident” and “I am using your cock as my personal coping mechanism” just dissolves. There is also the younger angle, the shota flavor in how the protagonist is framed, like he’s not really fully grown man but absolutely old enough to be dangerous with a hard-on. It plays hard with that contrast: an older, stressed, needy mother with heavy tits and tired eyes who starts by giving you innocent chores, then at some point starts waking you up with her hand “by mistake,” or letting you watch while she “checks if your balls are developing right, because your father isn’t here anymore.” When it escalates to blowjob in the barn, with hay sticking to her knees and her trying not to gag, you realize the whole farm became just a big porn stage: the milking stall looks like a bondage frame, the tractor becomes a place where you pin her against the seat for a quick handjob, the shower is a narrow space where your “accidental” erections rub against her ass every time she tries to squeeze past. And I didn’t even mention the farm girl relative that shows up once, laughs way too loud, and clearly wants to test if family genes are strong by wrapping her lips around you while her aunt pretends not to notice from the hallway. The animated scenes lean dirty and personal rather than polished, like amateur porn where the camera shakes, spit strings hang from her mouth, and your cum lands somewhere a bit wrong. Honestly, sometimes the humor hits at the same time as the arousal, like when mom scolds you for wasting “precious seed” on the floor, then immediately jerks you again “so you don’t stay frustrated” and stares at the dripping mess on her fingers like it’s the only wealth this farm still has. It’s clumsy, horny, and unashamed of what it wants: you watching, you getting watched, hands and mouths where they shouldn’t be, family pretending they still care about morals while kneeling in the hay with your cock down their throat.

Emma and Chloe feel like the kind of girls you follow on Instagram for “coffee content” and then suddenly you are zoomed into their nipples on your phone in the office bathroom and asking yourself where exactly things went sideways. The game starts super chill: two roommates, small apartment, tiny follower count, doing cute selfies and basic thirst traps. Very low stakes. You click around, check DMs, answer some messages, pick outfits, that sort of point and click wandering that looks innocent until the follower counter starts creeping up and you realise every choice is quietly pushing them toward, well, whoring themselves for numbers. Soft whoring at first. Then less soft. The erotic stuff doesn’t hit you like a truck at the start, it more crawls into your lap while you are just trying to see if the latte art mini game matters. And it kind of does, which annoys me in a good way. I wanted to skip to the porn, then found myself trying to get a perfect coffee shift so I could unlock a slightly sluttier outfit that only shows underboob in one pose. Absolutely stupid. I loved it. I also kind of hated wasting time grinding followers with outfit tweaks that barely change anything, but that’s the point. You feel the same frustration as Emma when she flashes more skin, gets a tiny spike in likes, and the game basically looks at you like “you know what you need to do next, right?”

The corruption is where this thing really has teeth. Not just “oh, now she wears less clothes”, but the way the game turns basic voyeurism into a routine. First it is a playful stream in leggings, then you are adjusting the camera so chat can catch a better view of her ass against her will, or with her full consent, depending how evil you go. There is a brutal little moment where you send Chloe to “test” a more risky stream category and she tries to cover her tits with her arms while the chat spams tips to make her move them, and you see her expression shift frame by frame from shy to turned on to something a bit broken. It is still hot. It is hot in a “I should not enjoy this much” way. And then the game slaps romance on top, like “by the way, are you flirting with her, or with that dude in the DMs who wants to own her?” so suddenly you are juggling female domination and male domination routes without the game stopping to tell you which is which. There is this one path where Emma starts using Chloe as the “more slutty one” on camera, bossing her around, holding her by the chin, and you get to choose how far she pushes: teasing, masturbation, full-on fucking on stream. Another path flips it, where some faceless guy basically trains Emma and treats her like a sex toy for content, and she is the one masturbating on command in the kitchen while Chloe pretends not to hear from the next room. Weird detail: the boobs feel like they are from two different games. Sometimes you get this big tits scene, perfect cleavage, and the next CG suddenly gives her smaller chest and a huge ass focus, like the AI forgot what model it used. It sounds bad, but it actually fits the whole “constructed online persona” vibe. Bodies become costumes. Some players will hate that inconsistency, though, same as they will hate that the game makes you repeat similar “tease for more likes” loops again and again just to push one more boundary. I got stuck on one dumb evening routine where I kept choosing slightly different exhibitionist shots from the balcony and the payoff was tiny, but then a random creep captured the footage and used it later in a blackmail event and I forgave everything. The real hook is that the leveling is not for you, it is for their morals. Followers are the XP that eats them alive, and every time the counter jumps after a blowjob POV or a risky outdoor flash, you feel your own brain lighting up like “yeah, do it again, more”, and that is where the porn and the design line up a little too well.

Briggs is absolutely the worst little bastard to put in charge of “bringing justice” to a kingdom, which is exactly why it works. The game throws you into this royal court where the queen is this insanely hot, thick-hipped tyrant with huge tits, zero patience, and even less modesty once you start messing with her. At first she’s all proud female warrior energy, barking orders, talking down to goblins and knights like they are trash under her heels. Then your goblin brain starts turning and you realize the whole palace is basically one big toy box for humiliating her in public. You sneak around, spy from keyholes, watch her bathe, catch her getting dressed, push little pranks that start as “haha funny” and end up as “why is the queen on her knees in front of half the guard with cum on her face.” The escalation is the fun part. It’s not just suddenly hardcore. It slowly slides from teasing and groping to straight up group sex in the throne room, while everybody pretends this is “discipline for the good of the realm.”

What I really liked is how many scenes are focused on her losing status, not just getting fucked. You’re not just clicking through sex, you’re orchestrating her fall. One moment you convince a knight to “check her armor fit” and the guy ends up with both hands buried in her chest plates, squeezing her huge tits while she tries to keep royal composure. Next moment, some noble walks in, sees her bent over a table with a goblin hand under her skirt, and instead of stopping it, he joins. Half of the time you’re basically a pervert director of a humiliation play. Voyeur scenes where Briggs hides behind curtains and you get full view of the queen, flushed and panting, trying to pretend she’s still in control while goblins grope her ass and spread her thighs for everyone to see. And when monsters show up? The tone shifts to this brutal fantasy corruption where big, ugly things pound her hard enough that her expression changes from rage to this broken, wet, “more” look. There’s a scene where she ends up mounted by a beast in the royal garden while the court watches, and by the end she’s begging to be filled, creampies dripping down her legs and into the grass, and everyone just laughs like it’s a show. It’s fucked up, it’s funny, it’s horny, and it never really pretends to be something noble. She starts as a proud warrior queen, she ends as the castle’s favorite toy, and somehow the goblin feels like the only honest one in the room.

Claire is basically that girl who moves to the big city with way too much hope and not enough shame, and the game knows it. It starts pretty harmless, like some casual romance visual novel on your phone that you pretend to play on the subway while actually staring at the hot guy across from you, but then it slides into the horny mess part very fast. You follow her through this messy “I wanna be an actress” journey, where every casting couch looks a little too soft and every director is just one compliment away from unzipping. The voyeur stuff sneaks up on you too: sometimes you’re not in the sex, you’re just watching Claire peek through doors, overhear moans from the next room, scroll some sketchy chat app, and your brain goes “okay, I should not be this turned on by her spying but here we are.” And yeah, it’s romantic, but in that trashy, late-night Netflix series way where one minute she’s holding hands on a rainy street and the next minute she’s face-down, ass up on a stranger’s couch, thinking about how this will “help her career.” Relatable? No. Entertaining? Absolutely.

What surprised me is how the sexy scenes and the relationship drama are mixed together so you never get just one clean thing. You’re in this big city full of lights and noise, trying to keep Claire loyal to someone who maybe deserves her, but every time the game throws some confident older guy, or a hot actress rival, or some creeper with money, your resolve kind of melts. There’s this one casting where you can literally feel her hesitating, like “do I open my legs or walk away,” and I actually paused the game, opened Telegram out of habit, then came back and still made the wrong choice, twice. Cheating is not some hidden bad ending here, it’s right in your face, baked into how you pick dialogue, how curious you let her be, how bold you push her. Sometimes she’s getting her pussy pounded while thinking about another person entirely and the writing doesn’t try to clean it up. It just lets her be shameless and confused and horny, and you either go with it or pretend you’re better than this and still click the nasty option. The scenes with her big tits bouncing during those “auditions” hit hard, but then suddenly the same boobs are in a quiet, tender bedroom moment and you’re like, this is cute, I hate it, do it again. And the worst part is the save menu button is slightly in the wrong place on mobile and it bothers me every single time I mis-tap it and end up in settings instead, but I keep playing anyway, watching this girl trip through love, sex, and city nights like a walking tarot card: Fool, Lovers, Devil, all in one slutty, confused package.

Erik comes back to this private island after a year away and the whole place feels like it’s holding its breath. That is basically the mood of the novel. Sunburnt paradise, empty villa, two twins walking around each other like they’re scared to breathe too hard because one wrong look and they are ready to fuck on the nearest piece of furniture. The story sticks you inside their heads a lot, both him and Lyna, and it hits that awkward horny childhood memory vibe, where you remember things you shouldn’t have stared at, touches that lasted a bit too long, late showers with thin walls. There is no “click this, choose that”, you just sit there and watch the tension grow while they pretend to be normal. It feels slow for a while, almost like the author is teasing you on purpose, with stupidly wholesome things like headpats, soft hugs, holding hands on the couch under some trashy Netflix show. Then there is that first real look, the moment he realizes her ass is not “little sister” anymore, and you can basically hear his brain break in silence. I run NSFW events, I saw people do kink performances in public, and still that quiet bedroom scene with nothing but eye contact and careful breathing felt filthier than a gangbang.

When it starts to go over the line, it really does not bother to pretend it is classy. You get a lot of dirty family talk, like, they lean into the taboo instead of hiding it. She teases him while he is trying to be the responsible one, climbs onto his lap, grinds slow, makes him admit he’s been watching her sleep. There is POV stuff that feels almost too personal, like you are the one between her thighs while she still calls you “bro” and says she shouldn’t like it this much. The game flips between him and her sometimes, and that makes the corruption hit harder, because you see how she talks about being a virgin and in the next chapter she is planning how to get his tongue between her legs without him running away. There is also a lot of focus on small physical kinks: toes on his lips, her foot pressing on his cock while she pretends to watch the waves, her sitting on his face like it’s totally normal. Then their mom Helga is on her way to the villa, and the vibe shifts again. She is not just “MILF appears, dicks out”. She has her own messy thing going on, a controlling presence, a bit of soft female dom energy, and she changes how both twins act. One moment it is this romantic, almost sweet incest bubble, and the next it is him getting jerked off under the table while Helga talks about family values and pregnancy like some twisted sermon. I actually hated one thing: there is a throwaway bit with a phone notification mid-scene, totally killed my rhythm, and then the story never mentions that chat again. It lives rent free in my brain. Still, when the anal and titfuck and all the other stuff finally explode after so much build up, it feels less like porn clips glued together and more like you followed two idiots all the way from “I will just hug you” to “I am going to fill my sister on the same bed we used as kids”. It’s wrong, it’s hot, it’s surprisingly emotional, and it really does not apologize for any of it.

You’re this guy in his late 30s, just moved into a pretty normal apartment building that pretends to be boring but actually everyone’s basically peeking at each other through half-open blinds. Your place is nothing special, cheap furniture, boxes still half unpacked, but the real focus is what’s on the other side of the walls. The woman next door is the first thing that stands out. She’s not some teenage anime doll, she’s a full grown woman, soft curves, tired eyes that still look beautiful, the kind of body that happens after life happens. There’s this sense that she’s lonely, but she’s not acting desperate. You catch her in the hallway in tight yoga pants, a tank top without bra, hair in a messy bun, holding groceries, apologizing because her keys fall from her hand and she bends over like the universe is trying to test your self control right away. The game really pushes that feeling of “I should look away” while you absolutely do not.

The first real hook is when you finally meet her daughter. She’s 18, clearly, which the game reminds you in a way that feels half-legal note and half fantasy fuel. She’s that type of girl who still has that teen attitude, plays with her phone while you talk, but also watches you from the corner of her eye when she thinks you’re not noticing. Short shorts, oversized hoodie, bare legs lazily d*** over the couch when you walk in for the first “friendly visit.” That scene is where the corruption starts really slow. You can act like a gentleman, be polite, look away when she notices you staring at her thighs, or you can push it, make flirty comments, “accidentally” sit closer, enjoy how she blushes and doesn’t really move away. The best part is that the game actually rewards patience. Like, if you don’t act like a total creep, she starts to trust you. She sends you texts at late night, selfies that start innocent, then a bit less innocent, and you’re there reading them with a stupid grin on your face and one hand busy somewhere else.

The voyeur stuff comes in very naturally. Thin walls. Open bathroom window. You walking past their door and hearing low voices that sound like an argument, or moans that are definitely not an argument. There’s this early scene where you hear the mom showering and the game gives you the choice: keep walking like a normal adult or pause and peek through the slightly open bathroom window across the inner yard. If you peek, you catch her with water running down her body, one hand braced against the tiles, the other slowly between her legs, eyes closed, whispering something that sounds like a name that isn’t yours. It feels dirty in the right way, not just “ah boobs again.” And depending how you’ve treated the daughter, your guilt or excitement hits different. You can also end up in these small romantic moments, like movie night on her couch with both of them. Mom in a loose T-shirt without bra, nipples poking through the fabric when she laughs at some dumb scene, daughter curled up with her feet in your lap, wiggling her toes against your crotch to “tease you” while pretending she doesn’t notice she’s doing it. The story tries to play between romance and lust, sometimes almost sweet, sometimes absolutely filthy, like when you realize the girl might actually be trying to use you to get attention away from some other dude while you secretly just want into her mother’s bed too. The game doesn’t hold your hand with perfect choices either. You’ll probably mess up at least one date scene because you picked the wrong dialog and suddenly the mom gets jealous or the daughter pulls back and you’re stuck looking through the peephole at what you could have had. In a weird way that frustration makes the good scenes feel hotter. Nothing is handed to you. You stalk, you play nice neighbor, you seduce, you fuck up, you try again. It’s not pretty, but it feels a bit too real sometimes, in that “I really should not be turned on by this” kind of way.

There is this pretty ordinary looking bar game that kind of pretends to be about “business” and “renovation” and whatever, but honestly it is about staring at hot women in tight clothes while pretending you care about paint colors. You play this guy who comes back to his hometown to reopen his dad’s old place, and right away the game starts mixing that “I want to make my father proud” vibe with “I want to fuck basically everyone who lives under this roof”. Very Greek tragedy, if Euripides had a Pornhub premium account. The whole thing feels like a visual novel that accidentally read too much Bukowski and then watched hentai compilations on Twitter. Most scenes are from the hero’s POV so you’re not just watching, you are literally stuck behind his eyes while he tries not to stare at asses and obviously fails. It’s that slow teasing that gets you: brushing against a thigh “by accident”, a too-long hug in the kitchen, a towel slipping just enough when she bends to pick something, the camera angle doing 90% of the work.

The game likes to pretend it’s romantic, and sometimes it really is. There are these quiet moments where you sit with the MILF character on the couch, she talks about regrets and age and the bar’s past, and you almost forget you spent the previous scene with your hand on her ass while she “helped” you clean the counter. Then it goes from emotional to horny in one line of dialogue. You’ll be talking about invoices and suddenly you are in the stockroom, her back against the crates, your hand under her shirt, groping her tits while she bites her lip and tries not to moan too loud because someone might walk by. The animations sell it pretty hard: hands actually squeeze, hips grind, mouths open and drool a bit when they lose control. First time you push a girl to a messy ahegao during a handjob and she looks half broken, half delighted, it’s like some weird crossover between Joyce’s stream of consciousness and “oh shit, she’s actually into this”. The voyeurism stuff sneaks up on you too; one night you wander the house, see a door slightly open, and you can just stand there and watch her on her bed, fingers buried between her thighs, whispering your name while you do nothing but breathe. Or you do something. The game lets you decide if you stay in the shadows jerking off silently, or you step inside and end up with her mouth full of you, warm spit running down your shaft while she stares up, eyes watering, waiting for that mouthful of cum like some bizarre holy communion.

Sex scenes escalate in a way that feels messy and human instead of clinical. The first time you finally fuck one of them, it is not Olympic porn star performance. It starts with awkward kissing, some shy oral where she tries to take you deeper and gags, pulls back with tears in her eyes and then insists she wants it again. You get that clumsy first vaginal sex where she’s still technically a virgin and keeps telling you to go slow, nails digging in your shoulders when you push in all the way. Later she’s riding you on a barstool, panties pushed to the side, your cock sliding in and out while you try to keep quiet because, yes, the front door is not locked. Anal comes in as this “we really shouldn’t” moment after she’s already dripping from regular sex; you spit in your hand, rub her tight little hole, she curses you in that half joking way and then you press in and feel her whole body shiver in the animation. Creampies happen a lot, probably more than is medically responsible. You finish inside, watch the cum slowly leak out of her swollen pussy, sometimes from her ass, sometimes filling her mouth until she gives you that stupid happy ahegao face and swallows with a loud gulp. There’s humour everywhere, dumb jokes about drink names while her hand is stroking you under the counter, flirting that feels like those horny Discord servers where everyone pretends to be ironic and then starts cybering anyway. It’s not subtle, it’s not elegant, it’s just this strange mix of romance, filth, and renovation spreadsheets that somehow works until you catch yourself caring which wall you paint while replaying the memory of her moaning your name in your head.

Whole thing feels like someone mashed a horny VN with an old Resident Evil save room and then forgot to add actual zombies in more than once every ten minutes. You’re the only dude in this ragtag camp that looks like it smells of sweat, cheap deodorant and dried blood, stuck with women who are way too hot for the world to be falling apart. They’re all tense, tired, half broken, living in this shitty half-collapsed building surrounded by groaning corpses, and yet the main problem in your head is how badly you want to fuck at least half the group. It’s not subtle. The game doesn’t even try to pretend you’re noble. You’re supposed to be “helping the group survive” but the first thing you notice is titties spilling out of ripped tops and shorts that would get you kicked from a normal Discord server. And the best part is that the MC knows he is a creep. He just keeps going anyway.

Scenes kind of creep up on you. One moment you’re arguing over how much food is left or who guards the door tonight, next thing you’re peeking around a corner while one of the girls fingers herself in a sleeping bag, thinking no one can see. Camera just sits there, watching her bite her lip, watching her try so hard to be quiet so the others don’t wake up, and of course your idiot protagonist is tenting his pants while you click through inner monologue like “should I leave, should I keep staring, should I pull my cock out and stroke it right here.” You can. The game lets you be that much of a degenerate. You choose how far to push it, like staying longer, risking her catching you, dick in hand, or backing away and then later pretending you “heard a noise.” There’s even this scene where you’re on watch duty on the roof, she sneaks up to “talk,” and the talk somehow ends with her on her knees, giving this messy, rushed blowjob while zombies shuffle around down on the street. I liked that the game doesn’t romanticize it much, it’s awkward, she’s grumpy, you’re half scared, you cum anyway. Classic.

Sometimes it feels more like a porn chat story someone made in Ren’Py while horny on X and HentaiFoundry in the background. A lot of clicking, a lot of text, then suddenly a choice that actually matters: do you own up to the shitty thing you did earlier, or lie your way out and risk being kicked out of camp later. You do a brave thing once, and the game never lets you forget it, like “yeah you saved us from zombies but you also tried to jerk off on watch, maybe chill.” There is piss stuff too, out of nowhere. One girl is too scared to go pee alone outside because she heard moans behind the fence, so you go with her, and the scene just becomes this weird mix of fear and lust. She squats behind a ruined car, panties around her boot, you hear the stream hit the cracked concrete, she’s blushing, and you’re staring way too hard. Game happily lets you beat your meat over that if you angle your choices right. It’s dirty in this very specific way, like old pixel porn games from Newgrounds except everything is cleaner and the tits are bigger and actually bounce a bit. I tried playing it on my phone in Chrome once and almost alt tabbed to Reddit too fast when the anal scene started, her face half pressed into some moldy mattress while you’re pounding her, trying not to scream because there might be zombies hearing you. Honestly I kinda love how clumsy some dialogue is, like lines that sound like they were written by someone who learned English from Pornhub comments, but at the same time I kept thinking “who the hell chooses this stiff font for horny stuff.” That font annoys me so much and I never got used to it. Anyway, half the game is just you stuck between being a half decent survivor and a total creep who will risk the entire group just to get a handjob behind the barricaded door. And somehow that mix works way better than it should.

Not Too Refined hits that weird sweet spot where everything looks polite on the surface and underneath it’s just… sticky. You’re in Laurel’s skin, this pretty young wife in a nice, quiet life that feels like it smells of fabric softener and passive aggression. The game doesn’t scream sex at you in the first second, it kind of hums it in your ear, slow, like a guilty thought you shouldn’t be having in the shower. You hear that soft ambient music, a little melancholy, like Spotify’s “late night thinking about my mistakes” playlist, and it sets the tone while you poke around in her daily routine. At first you’re just noticing how her husband is there but not really there, how conversations feel too polite, how the silence between them is louder than any moan in the game. Then the camera lingers a bit too long on her big ass when she bends, or on a hand that rests too close to her thigh, and suddenly the whole mood shifts. It still pretends to be a drama, but everyone’s eyes are constantly undressing her. It’s like those old NTR comics you pretend you don’t read, but here the pacing is slower, more patient, like the corruption is sliding under her skin instead of splashing on her face at once.

The best scenes are the ones where you feel like some kind of horny ghost, watching everything. You get this voyeur vibe when Laurel is trying to be a good wife in public, but the neckline is a bit lower than before, the skirt a bit tighter, and you know half the room is staring at her tits or her ass while her husband is on his phone. There’s a moment where she’s talking to another guy and the sound design does this sneaky thing: the music gets softer and you really hear the wet little click of her lips when she swallows, like she’s already thinking about putting his cock there instead. It’s subtle, then it’s not subtle at all when she’s kneeling later, messy spit on her chin, doing oral that feels more like surrender than fun. The game likes that contrast: soft-lit 3D scenes with this “nice girl” face, while her hand is wrapped around a stranger’s shaft, pumping him like she’s trying to forget her wedding vows on purpose. You can go from a quiet emotional talk with her husband to watching her get her pussy creampied by someone who absolutely isn’t him, and the fucked up thing is the story makes it feel kind of logical. Not wholesome, but like a train wreck you helped build, choice by choice.

What makes it hit harder is how the corruption doesn’t flip on all at once. You can keep her trying to resist, or you can push her into cheating, little by little. A touch that lingers too long. Letting someone grope her in a crowded space while she pretends she doesn’t like it, even though her breathing sound starts to change. A “just once” blowjob turning into her on her knees again, this time outside, half hidden, that exhibitionism rush buzzing in your chest because anyone could look. Sometimes the game goes full interracial kink and the contrast is front and center, his darker hands roaming her pale body, fingers digging into her big ass while she clings to him like she’s about to float away. Her moans get louder, more shameless, and you notice she doesn’t sound like that with her husband. Or maybe that’s just in your head. There’s this gross, delicious NTR tension when you know hubby is nearby or texting her something sweet, while she’s busy taking hot cum deep inside and then walking back home with it still dripping inside her. You get multiple endings too, some where she clings to who she was, others where the “good wife” mask is just gone and she’s this fully corrupted, hungry thing who likes being watched, touched, used. The game is kind of romantic, then it turns around and laughs in your face and gives you a scene where she’s getting railed in a way that sounds like flesh slapping meat in a cheap motel. Honestly I loved the pacing and also it annoyed me because sometimes I wanted her naked faster, but the slow burn makes the eventual groping, the first time she spreads her legs for someone else, the messy creampie you know she won’t confess… all of that feel heavier. Wrong, hot, and a bit too real if you ever stared at a ring on your finger and thought “what if I just break everything tonight.”