This one feels like somebody took an old-school fanfic from a shady Tomb Raider forum, smashed it together with a cheap VR porno and then just said “yeah, that’s a game now”. You’re basically parked right in Jeeves’ head, watching this cranky, horny old butler finally snap after years of picking up Lara’s muddy boots and pretending not to stare at her tits while she stretches in the hallway. He’s done bringing tea, now he brings dick. The whole setup is so wrong it circles around and becomes hot again. You see Lara still in her explorer gear, dusty thighs, guns at her sides, acting all proud and annoyed, but the camera keeps dropping low, like it’s got its own dirty mind, staying on her ass and those tight shorts that everybody remembers from the PS1 days. She’s talking down at him like always, and you can almost smell that “rich girl who never says thanks” attitude, until suddenly he corners her against some random stone pillar in the manor and the whole power balance just flips.

The first time she goes down on him is the moment the game finally clicks. That awkward second when she realizes he’s not joking, her voice cracks, then boom, she’s on her knees, those big lips wrapped around a cock that really has no business being that hard at his age. Camera sticks close, proper POV, teeth almost brushing, spit on her chin, mascara slowly starting to lose the fight. You tilt just a little and you get that view all horny cosplayers try and fail to copy in hotel rooms: Lara’s ponytail bouncing while she struggles to deepthroat without gagging too much. She tries to keep that icy personality, rolling her eyes, acting bored, but every time you push her deeper you get that tiny panic sound from her throat that breaks the act. And then he pulls out and blows a thick facial all over that perfect explorer face, cum dripping on her nose and lips, and she looks up, angry and humiliated, then still opens her mouth to swallow the last drops because she “doesn’t want to waste it”. Zero logic, 100% porn logic, which is the good kind.

Later, when you finally bend her over, the manor suddenly feels very small. The short shorts come down way too slowly, like the game wants you to really memorize that ass. Doggystyle with Lara was basically half of DeviantArt for a decade, so seeing it here with actual thrust control, watching her back arch every time you slam her pussy, almost feels like some weird prophecy was fulfilled. The switch from pussy to anal happens with almost no prep, which in real life would send her to the hospital, but here she just gives this pissed off growl and then tightens around him like she’s trying to crush his dick. You get this rhythm going, slapping sound echoing off the stone, her tits swinging under her, and every few seconds she jerks her head back to scream and the ponytail whips across her sweaty shoulders. There’s this one moment that sold me: you’re pounding her ass, she’s a mess, tears at the corner of her eyes, and she still tries to spit an insult at Jeeves, calling him “the help”, and he just answers by grabbing her hips and blowing a creampie deep inside, then holding her there so it all stays in. She shakes, whimpers, you watch it leak when he finally pulls out, then he smears the mess along her slit with this slow, evil satisfaction. The only thing that annoyed me is the way her moans sometimes loop like a broken TikTok audio, pulls you out of the fantasy for a second, but then she looks back over her shoulder, cheeks flushed, cum on her lips from when you made her clean your cock with her mouth after, and you kinda forget you wanted to complain.

Imagine the heat rising as you lock eyes with an erotic redhead, her curves barely contained, and challenge her to a daring match of shifumi. It’s just classic rock-paper-scissors, but every lost round means shedding layers, turning the tension electric.

With each round, the playful striptease unfolds, revealing more of her flawless body, teasing your senses and daring you to outsmart her. Every hand thrown carries a pulse-pounding mix of strategy and desire, turning this innocent game into an erotic battle of wills.

Notice the subtle shifts in her expression, the way her hair spills over her shoulders as she dares you to make your next play. Each round strips away more than just clothing - it peels back boundaries and edges of hesitation between you.

Rock-paper-scissors here becomes a seductive mind game - you weigh your chances as much as you weigh the urgency to strip. Take a chance to outplay and outstrip in this erotic contest where clothing is the only thing standing between you and temptation.

Here the classic game turns raw and risqué, a perfect excuse to let go and uncover more than just your hand.

Groggy but alert, Salma finds herself tangled between two men whose eager hands roam her every curve, their thighs pressing firmly against her. The two men waste no time, their desire igniting as they begin to fulfill their darkest sexual cravings on Salma.

Fingers dig into flesh, lips trail trails of fire down her neck, and the power exchange escalates with every passing second. A biting mix of control and surrender plays out, teasing the boundaries between cruel and caring.

Driven by a chaotic symphony of moans and whispered commands, the three bodies move in perfect, brutal rhythm. The encounter culminates with Salma being strapped securely across an X-cross, completely at their mercy.

Tied and exposed, Salma’s senses are drenched in exquisite torture, each touch a delicious contrast between confinement and release. What unfolds is a wild, intoxicating blend of rough sex, teasing torment, and intense connection.

This isn’t just a game of lust; it’s a vivid exploration of desire’s fiercest edges, pulled taut by rope and raw intent. Take the reins or submit alongside Salma in this intimate yet ruthless battle of wills and bodies.

This thing feels like someone ripped open the horny part of a Wii-era kid brain and just poured it straight into a browser window. No story, no "context", just that raw, silly, kind of guilty fantasy of Nintendo icons getting railed, and the game doesn’t pretend to be anything else. You load it up, and bam: there’s Samus, there’s Peach, Daisy, Shantae, a random blonde or two with ridiculous boobs and a cock that looks like it escaped from a hentai lab. It’s like that moment when you’re scrolling through Pixiv on your phone in the bathroom and suddenly all your search history stands in front of you and says: "Pick one." There’s no menu fluff, no lore, no foreplay. You just poke around with number keys and arrows like you’re trying secret cheats, and every wrong press turns out to be another sex pose. Honestly I kinda liked that, it feels a bit like button-mashing in Smash, but instead of a combo you accidentally trigger Peach choking on a monster dick from a POV angle that’s so close it feels like she’s breathing into your face.

The camera is always hungry. POV in this thing doesn’t try to be realistic, it’s more like a porn director glued to the crotch. You hop to Samus and the first thought is "oh, they really didn’t care about canon armor sizes, huh." Her tits are huge, shiny, fake in a very porn-y way, and that’s exactly why it works. Then you click around a bit and suddenly you’re behind her, watching that big cock slam into her ass while her ponytail swings like it’s got its own physics engine, and the only thing going through your head is: "Nintendo would set this on fire." Same with Shantae, they went full curvy idol with her, hips like she’s smuggling pillows, bouncing in a rhythm that doesn’t quite match the thrusts but somehow that off-beat wobble is the hottest part. It’s messy, like an amateur remix on SoundCloud where some guy looped a moan and forgot to line up the tempo, yet that weirdness makes it feel more alive. You know how in Pornhub comments people complain about stupid shit like "the bed squeak killed my vibe"? Here I had the opposite thing: one tiny clipping issue with a cock going through Peach’s thigh and I couldn’t stop watching it, like my brain turned it into some mutant kink. You’re cycling poses, sometimes they repeat, sometimes they’re almost the same angle but with a little extra bounce or a different way the boobs slump, and you get this cheap, trashy variety that’s weirdly addictive. It’s not polished, half of it feels tossed together, some transitions are awkward as fuck, but the whole time you’re basically doing what everyone secretly wants from a crossover anyway: swap between princesses, stare at their ridiculous curves, and keep pressing keys until you land on the exact frame where that oversized cock hits just right and your brain shuts up.