This thing hits like finding some old forbidden flash animation on a busted XP computer, but hotter and way more focused on exactly one thing: cute ponies going full cock worship. No build up, no long fake plot about magic crystals or saving Equestria or whatever. You load it and boom, you’re staring at two familiar pastel girls, only now they’re more like greedy little fur sluts that learned exactly what a huge dick is for. Kinda felt like those days when you typed sketchy words into Newgrounds search and prayed parents don’t walk in, just with better strokes and more spit.

The vibe is weird in a nice way. On one side you got this shy, soft one, all nervous eyes and gentle touch, wrapping her hoof-hand thing around the shaft like she’s scared to hurt it, doing slow strokes, kissing the tip like it’s holy. Then suddenly, the other one jumps in like she’s been waiting all night for this horse sausage, going sloppy and wild, tongue everywhere, cheeks bulging, drool stringing down her chin. They take turns, then overlap, like they’re fighting for who gets more cum, which is kinda funny since neither of them is actually talking. It’s all body language: the little head tilts, the ears twitching, the way their eyes lock on that cock like it’s the last dessert in Ponyville. At one moment the slower one is just holding the base, stroking real carefully, and the other is deepthroating up and down, and that tiny detail of her free hoof rubbing his balls actually made me stop and rewind. Three times. I hate myself a bit for that and still did it again.

At some point the bigger background stuff just disappears from your brain and everything is about rhythm: handjob, tongue swirl, suction, then one pulls back to lick along the side while the other keeps pumping. It’s like they’re speedrunning “how fast we can milk this guy dry” but in a cozy way. The cock is huge too, not just “slightly above average”, more like these ponies have no idea how they’re fitting that thing in their cute little snouts and then somehow they do. I kinda wish there was a bit of teasing before it all starts, like showing how they got talked into it or who suggested it first, but at the same time, I replayed the middle section way more than I want to admit, so maybe that’s just me pretending I care about story. The last stretch when both of them are jerking him together, lips pressed on each side of the head, tongues flicking over the slit while their hooves move almost in sync, that hit the same brain spot as those ancient, wrong-feeling MLP gifs I used to secretly save on my old Nokia. Messy, horny, too specific, kind of stupid, and exactly what I was looking for without knowing.

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.

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.