Macario is such a mess of a man that he kinda feels real. Former boxer, body still thick and heavy, brain clearly not his strong point. The game drops you on him when his whole life is fucked: debts, cops, lost everything, dragged by a tax problem he probably never even understood. And then Miranda walks in, this “almost stepdaughter” who is supposed to just help him out, sign some papers, keep him out of prison while her mom is away. Instead you end up stuck with her in this fake little family bubble that gets way too intimate way too fast. As a voice nerd, I went in with low expectations and still got surprised: her voice is soft but not fake anime soft, more like a girl who learned to sound strong so no one sees she’s lonely. When she calls him “Macario” in that half annoyed, half caring tone, it hits different from when she lets a quiet “hey… dad” slip in the dark hallway after a tense scene. She’s not good at hiding how much it turns her on to play the daughter card, and you can hear it in the way her breathing changes line by line. I had to pause a couple times, not for the reasons you think, but to replay tiny pieces of dialog from the browser like some pervert director listening for micro‑moans.

The story acts like it wants to be about survival and taxes and second chances, then suddenly you are watching these two share a bed “just for tonight” and the whole tone flips from awkward to filthy. One moment they are arguing about grocery money, the next she’s whispering that if he wants to save cash they can shower together. The first time she crawls into his lap during a stupid movie night and pretends it’s nothing, the voice performance sells it so hard. She keeps her tone casual, joking, but there is this tiny tremble when her thighs “accidentally” spread and she asks if he’s “comfortable like this.” That tremble is erotic as hell. The sex scenes start hesitant, like both characters are trying to convince themselves this is just stress relief. When you finally push past the teasing and go vaginal, she tries to keep calling him by his name, but when you thrust deeper she slips into calling him “daddy” with this mix of shame and hunger that feels completely wrong and completely hot. There is a group scene later where they keep up that “we’re a family” mask while sharing her, and the way she tries to moan quietly so neighbors don’t hear, then fails, actually gave me goosebumps. It is not perfect, some lines sound like they were recorded in a closet with a cheap mic and there is this one moan she repeats a bit too often, but that roughness kind of matches Macario being a fucked up, broke boxer trying to play house with a girl who clearly wants more than just a fake father. If you’re into sensual delivery that slowly rots into outright incest fantasy and shared use, this thing crawls under your skin and stays there, like a dirty voice message you should delete but keep replaying anyway.

Wearing her classic uniform, Haruhi Suzumiya stands before you, a wicked glint in her eye that promises something naughty. Understanding your deepest cravings, she chooses this outfit with a purpose that's far from innocent.

Still, her reason for showing up like this goes deeper than simple dress-up. She’s here to suck you off, her lips wet and waiting to feel you fill her mouth until you’re ready to explode.

Don’t underestimate her enthusiasm, even if this blowjob feels fresh and unpracticed. The way she tries to please you, learning every curve and reaction, draws you closer to the edge.

You can feel her heartbeat quicken as she works to bring you to the brink, her lips and tongue driving you wild. You won’t miss a single detail as her mouth wraps around you, her eyes locked on yours, hungry and eager.

That explosive climax, painted across her cheeks, seals the memory of this wild encounter forever. Experience the thrill of taking her first blowjob and the rush of dominating your favorite school girl in this uncensored fantasy.

Are you prepared to dive into this intimate, messy, and utterly taboo moment with Haruhi? Take control and let her discover just how good a blowjob can be when she’s yours to command.

The second she appears, every inch of her draws you into an unrelenting tide of provocative play and unfiltered desire. You can’t help but stare, first at her smooth back, then at the way her huge boobs bulge eager and exposed beneath the thin white bikini. Silky fingers dance over her rigid cock, driving you mad with anticipation as you feel yourself about to lose it.

She takes you deep and hard again and again, ensuring you’re dripping with want, every thrust stoking the fire inside. Then she leans forward, taking you deep into her mouth, swirling her tongue around you for a dirty, needy blowjob that shatters your grip on control.

Those hefty boobs aren't just for show, they scream to be groped, crushed, and titfucked until every moan echoes your lust. You ache to bury yourself inside her snug pussy, but she tantalizingly holds onto that thin bikini fabric, daring you to cross the line.

Prepare yourself for a sweaty, heavy breathing session where every curve, every inch of skin, screams for more reckless passion. Clutch her exploding chest, feeling them pulse under your hands while your own need threatens to drown you.

This big-assed, busty blonde is your personal fantasy - bikini-clad and ready to shred every last piece of restraint. Flying tree frog or bog boobs, nothing else matters but sinking deep into this super sonico fantasy, where every touch explodes in raw, unfiltered ecstasy.

Diana feels like the kind of girl you’ve seen sitting in a corner of a campus café, scrolling through budgeting apps instead of Instagram, pretending everything’s fine while quietly falling apart. The game throws you into her mess right away: dead grandfather, old house, money problems, and this weird mix of grief and horny curiosity that actually feels more honest than most “adult” plots. She’s not some unstoppable sex goddess. She’s a little awkward, a little lost, and still ends up getting her ass spanked in ways that feel half punishment, half therapy. There is this one scene early on where she’s in her grandfather’s room, looking at his old stuff, and the camera lingers way too long on how tight her shorts are while she’s bending over a dusty drawer. I caught myself thinking: yeah, grief in porn is a risky move, but here it kind of works, because her body keeps betraying her while her brain is stuck in nostalgia. It’s almost funny how the game pretends to be a serious coming-of-age thing, then casually lets a hand slide over her ass, fingers pressing in like they’re testing dough, and she just… lets it happen a second too long.

What surprised me is how much the game likes to humiliate her in slow motion. Not just “oh no my clothes fell off”, but those stretched-out moments where she feels eyes on her skin. At one point, she’s stuck dealing with some annoying financial guy, and you know exactly the type: polite, slightly oily, the one that talks about “options” and “flexibility” while staring at your chest for just a bit too long. The scene builds up this uncomfortable tension where her debt slowly turns into leverage over her body. He shifts closer, his fingers brushing the fabric of her skirt, then gripping her thigh like he owns it. She hesitates, cheeks burning, and you can see the exact moment where obligation turns into reluctant arousal. The game is really into that line where consent is there, but it’s messy and full of shame. She gets her ass slapped for “being irresponsible,” and it’s absurd how erotic that moral judgment becomes. The smack echoes, her body jumps, her breathing speeds up, and the camera stays on the red bloom on her skin like it’s a new kind of confession. Honestly, the groping scenes sometimes feel a bit too “hands everywhere because we can,” like someone discovered the word “fondle” and never moved on, but then you get this tiny detail, like her trying to pull down her skirt while her shirt rides up, and it suddenly hits a different, almost philosophical note: how much of yourself do you trade away to survive, and when does humiliation turn into a kink you secretly nurture? The game doesn’t really answer that. It just lets Diana’s body keep talking for her, out in the open, when she would rather stay hidden.

This thing is basically a tiny horny playground where you get dropped in front of a chunky little demon girl and the game just shrugs and says: “go on then, do what you came here for.” No fake grand plot, no pretend epic quest, just a shortstack monster girl with absurd tits staring you down like Halloween came early and forgot the costume part. You poke around a bit, tap through the menu, and very quickly realize the whole “simulator” label is honest in a kind of lazy way. You pick the girl, pick the angle, and then it’s just you, her, and the loop of thrusts and reactions. There’s something almost rude about how direct it is. No warm-up, no small talk, just dick meets demon, roll credits.

What actually sells it is that the animations have this weird sticky charm. Her tits bounce like they’re trying to escape the rest of her body, and the way her ass jiggles with every thrust is way more detailed than anything else around it. It’s that classic porn game thing where you can tell all the effort went into breast physics instead of UI. On my phone the touch controls feel like you’re swiping a horny GIF to life, and if you drag too fast it looks ridiculous, like she’s on some haunted washing machine. But then you slow down, find a rhythm, and the little details kick in: the way her expression shifts from smug to dazed, the subtle hip twitches during vaginal, that tiny pause before she sucks you again when you swap to oral. I swear the dev is more obsessed with how her mouth wraps around the tip than with anything like, I don’t know, menus that don’t feel like an afterthought. There’s also groping, obviously, and here the game suddenly remembers it’s a “simulator” and lets you grab those big demon tits like you’re testing fruit at the market. It’s crude, kind of scuffed, sometimes her hand clips through her own boob and ruins the moment, and yet I still found myself poking at every angle just to see how the jiggle reacts. The whole thing feels like a horny sketchbook where someone animated the parts they were jerking off to and then just slapped a menu around it and called it a demo, which, honestly, yeah, fair.

Keigo feels like that dude who peaked in high school but actually never even peaked, just failed quietly and then left town. Now he drags his ass back, broke, horny, and still kinda pathetic, crashing at Ichigo’s place like some NPC side character who accidentally got promoted to main character. Ichigo’s still Ichigo, of course, walking cheat code for popularity, swords, and women, and somehow he’s married to Orihime now. And she’s exactly what all those old Bleach fanarts promised, just turned up to shameless hentai levels: giant soft tits that bounce a little too perfectly when she laughs, thighs that don’t even pretend to fit normal clothes, that smile that looks innocent until the camera angle proves it isn’t. The game knows why you clicked. It doesn’t pretend otherwise for even half a second.

What I liked is how the whole thing feels wrong in a very specific way. You’re in Ichigo’s tiny place, pretending to look for a job on your cracked phone, scrolling fake job posts like it’s LinkedIn hell, while Orihime leans over the couch in those shorts that absolutely do not count as shorts, asking if you want more tea, and you’re trying to not stare at her ass and failing completely. The mobile UI actually fits the vibe here: it feels like you’re sneaking porn in a WhatsApp group while sitting at a family dinner you weren’t invited to. Keigo tries to act like a good guest, but the game keeps throwing you small choices that slide from “just chat” into “ok, that was not friendly anymore” and then into “yeah, Ichigo would definitely punch you for this.” You start with mild flirting, then accidental boob touch that is obviously not an accident, then late night scenes in the hallway where she whispers too close, breathing on your neck, pretending she’s worried about you when her nipples are poking right through her shirt. It goes from soft corruption into full-on “I want you to fuck me while my husband is in the other room” without ever doing that big dramatic turn, it just slowly rots. Like mold on bread, sexy mold.

Sex scenes themselves are exactly what you expect and then a bit worse in the best way. Orihime rides you with those massive tits clapping in your face, eyes glazed, sucking her finger, begging you not to cum inside her, and of course the only button you actually notice is the one that makes you drain every drop in her anyway. Animated loops focus on the important stuff: her ass slamming down on your cock while you watch the ring of white around the base grow thicker, the way her belly jiggles when you push her legs up and fuck her hard, the little moment she presses a hand to her womb like she can feel you filling her. There’s a scene where Ichigo’s in the shower, humming like some idiot protagonist, and you’re behind Orihime on the kitchen table, her hair spread, creampie dripping out while she clenches around you trying not to moan too loud. The guilt is there for Keigo, kind of, but the game doesn’t pretend he’s a good guy. Which is nice. He’s just a horny loser finally getting the girl he always watched from the corner, and he ruins everything with a smile.

Weird thing that bugged me way too much: that one text notification sound they use keeps popping up in the middle of the hottest scenes, and it sounds exactly like a Telegram ping, so I kept pausing thinking someone actually messaged me. Completely yanked me out of a creampie once, I’m still annoyed about that. Also, sometimes the writing swings between decently hot dirty talk and those awkward lines like “I feel your naughty rod deep inside my womanhood” and it’s hilarious in the middle of all the moaning. But then Orihime throws her head back, calls you by name, and begs for more like she’s never been properly fucked before, and suddenly the cheesy lines don’t matter. It feels like some degenerate Bleach doujin that escaped from 2010, grabbed your phone, and decided Keigo finally deserves his turn to be scum. Honestly, he doesn’t, which is why it works.

Memory Machine feels like someone mixed a porn site with a cheap VR headset and a fucked up therapy session, then forgot to polish anything and just said, “Yeah, that’s good enough.” In a good way. You’re this guy sitting in a chair, basically being plugged into other people’s memories, and the whole thing plays out like an ASMR session that got horny and morally wrong. You don’t just look at scenes, you kind of “fall” into them. One moment you’re watching a shy girl looking at herself in the mirror, touching her own lips like she’s not sure they’re hers, and the next second you’re in her bathroom with her, close enough to count the tiny goosebumps on her neck while she slowly starts stripping. The sound design is low-key erotic as hell: tiny breath catches, the wet slide when she spits in her hand before wrapping her fingers around you, that little gulp after she swallows. It’s not clean, it’s not glamorous. It’s awkward and messy and that’s exactly why it hits.

What I like is how the teasing actually feels like teasing. Not the usual “two seconds and boom sex.” You sit through these moments where nothing “big” happens. A girl sits on your lap, grinding little by little, acting like she’s not doing anything, talking about normal shit while you’re painfully hard in her hand, and she’s pretending she’s just “curious”. She licks the tip of your cock once, then pulls away, smiles like she just won something, and you can hear her tongue pull away with that sticky sound. That drives me crazy more than the actual blowjob sometimes. And when she finally goes down on you, she doesn’t start like a porn star. It’s clumsy, too much teeth at first, then she gets more confident, hands pumping, drool dripping, taking you deeper, choking a bit, stubborn, like she needs to prove she can take all of it. There is a scene where she holds your cock against her tongue and whispers “I want to taste everything, all of it,” and when she does swallow, you hear the cum hit the back of her throat and then that thick gulp. It feels way too real for something made of pixels. Then in another memory, you get the opposite: girl wipes your load off her tongue with two fingers, stares at it, rubs it on her pussy while she masturbates and never even thinks to lick it. That memory stuck with me. I still kinda hate her for it and love her in the same time.

The corruption vibe isn’t loud in your face, it sneaks in. At first, some girls act all innocent, like proper virgins, flinching when you touch their bare skin, cheeks red when your hand slides up their thigh. There’s one memory where she says “I’ve never done anything like this, don’t look” while she plays with herself, spreading her lips just a little, then peeking through her fingers to see if you’re watching anyway. The game keeps pushing that line where she tells you no with words but moves closer with her body. She starts in baggy clothes, nervous, covering her chest with her arms. Later, same girl, same memory chain, she’s the one ordering you to sit down, stripping slow and deliberate, tits out in public space with windows open, basically turning herself into a little exhibitionist for you. Nudity near the window, fingers sliding between her thighs while she looks outside like she wants someone to see. That shift is where the machine concept actually feels fucked, because you know these are “memories” and not fantasies, and you’re replaying them like a horny tourist. At some point two girls start making out in front of you, giggling, one of them sitting on the other’s face while still stroking your cock with lazy, almost distracted movements, like you’re just another toy. There is this crazy little detail where you can hear the wet sounds from their tongues and the sloppy noise from her handjob at the same time, almost like binaural porn. Very ASMR, very brain-melting. I kind of wish the game let you control the pacing of each scene more, but also I know I’d just pause too much and ruin the flow. My stupid little tip for this game: use headphones, lights off, and let the teasing drag you. Don’t rush the orgasm, let the girls lead you where they want, even when it feels a bit wrong. That’s where the machine really gets under your skin.

Angel Perversion looks at that classic “guardian angel” fantasy and just goes, ok, but what if she was horny, impatient, and a little bit of a dictator in a cute outfit. It’s a short kinetic visual novel, so you’re not here to min-max routes or grind affection stats. No choices, no branching, just you being dragged along while this angel decides your dick and your life need “correction.” As a gamification nerd, honestly, I kind of like how blunt that is. The “progression system” is basically her losing respect for divine rules while gaining interest in your cock. That’s the level-up curve. No menu needed.

The first time she appears over the poor guy’s bed, all soft glow and big tits squeezed into that not-even-pretending-to-be-holy outfit, it feels like the game is setting up a standard “comforting guardian” vibe. Then she starts talking. She’s not satisfied with how timid he is, how he fails at basic life stuff, and she sure as hell isn’t satisfied with how little action he gets. So she just… intervenes. Not in a sweet way. Think more “I’m your angel, you’re my toy, and I’ll fix this mess by using your body like it belongs to me.” There’s a scene where she pins him by the wrists, teases the hell out of him with slow oral, then switches to riding him just because she’s bored of his moaning pace. Zero negotiation. It’s not subtle, but it’s hot if you’re into male dom flavored from her side but with that vibe of “I control everything, including when you finally get to fuck me properly.”

Every bit of her is designed to distract you from the fact you’re not choosing anything. Big ass that bounces when she grinds down on him, tits that move just enough during those animated thrusts to make you forget this is basically a linear slideshow with motion. She uses toys on him and on herself, not because the story needs it, just because she’s experimenting with how far she can push him before he breaks. There’s this one moment where she jerks him with a toy pressed tight against his ass, whispering that he doesn’t deserve heaven yet, then forces him deep insider her and demands a creampie like it’s some holy sacrament. I actually laughed a bit and still had a hard-on, which is like, the perfect eroge brain glitch.

I should say, the “cheating” angle is handled in this weird “technicality” way. He’s got a girl in his life, and the angel treats that like a cute obstacle, not a moral wall. She practically encourages him to treat mortal promises as small print while she gives him heavenly pussy and oral that would convert an atheist. There’s a quick sequence where he worries about being faithful and she basically shuts him up with her tongue on his balls. Honest talk, that’s fucked up, but it fits the game’s whole “angel gone feral” thing. The fantasy vibes are there, halos and light and all, but it’s mostly background to justify why she can appear, bend him over, and then vanish like nothing happened. I do wish they used more of the angel lore stuff for actual progression, though. Like, give me a sin-meter or something.

What annoyed me, and this is small but it kept poking at my brain, is the way the UI highlight color doesn’t really match her color palette. Total tiny detail, but every time I clicked forward, it felt off. Anyway. Mechanically, leveling here is more emotional than numeric. You watch this guy go from passive loser to someone who fucks his own guardian angel hard, grabbing her hips while she begs for more. At the same time, she goes from detached celestial being to a needy pervert who can’t stop asking for “just one more” creampie, like she’s addicted to corrupting her own mission. It’s kind of like watching a skill tree grow sideways instead of up. The pacing is fast, some scenes feel rushed, like a skipped animation frame during anal where you think “wait, we already switched position?” but maybe that’s just me being spoiled by longer VNs. Still, when she’s riding him, wings trembling, drooling on his chest while he thrusts into her, the lack of choices stops mattering and it just feels like a straight-to-the-point fantasy that forgot to pretend it’s pure.

Tifa looks like she took a wrong turn in Midgar and woke up in a nightmare dairy farm. No saving the planet here, no bar to run, just a glossy metal room that feels way too clean for what they are doing to her. She is hanging there in that red strap web, arms stretched, legs spread just enough to make her feel exposed, not enough to count as a real spread. The thing that hits first is how heavy her chest looks. Those huge tits are swollen in a way that makes your brain go “god, that has to hurt” and your dick go “keep going.” Veins showing a bit under the skin, nipples dark and tight around the metal cups glued to them with suction, and every time the machine starts another cycle you can almost feel that sharp tug behind your own ribs. The game is simple on paper: you pull, squeeze, adjust the pressure, watch the milk flow. In practice it turns into this weird mix between erotic puzzle and cruel little science experiment where you try to find that sweet spot where she is moaning, not screaming, then you go a bit past it anyway just to see what happens.

What I liked is how much control you get over the rhythm. You are not just clicking “milk” and watching a loop. You are tweaking intensity, changing from hands-on groping to full machine torture, setting different patterns, seeing her body react like a live meter. Slow, gentle pulses make the milk drip in lazy strings down those shiny tubes, and she bites her lip like she is ashamed to enjoy it. Crank it up and the cups rattle, her breasts bounce with each jerk, milk sprays harder, and she twists against the straps like she wants to curl up but can’t. There was one moment where I nudged the slider just a bit too far, the screen flashed a warning, and she let out this broken cry that sounded halfway between relief and panic, and I actually paused and thought “ok, that was fucked up” before pushing on anyway. I hate that the sound of the suction loops a tiny fraction too early if you listen in headphones, but then the next second her tits swell visibly larger as the plant forces more production and I completely forget to be annoyed, so whatever. The best bit for me is when you manage to overfill her without bursting anything, and the chest expansion is slow, almost greedy, the skin stretching, nipples leaking nonstop, like the plant is training her body to be nothing but a milk tank. It is humiliating as hell for her, and the game leans into that hard, but the more you push the system, the more it starts feeling like you are tuning a very dirty machine made of a girl you used to know from a JRPG and a factory that never learned what mercy is.