Christmas porn games usually feel like somebody just slapped a santa hat on a random girl and called it "holiday special". This one actually leans into the whole messy, horny-family-gathering energy. You’re following Mei again, and she’s that mix of sweet wife and quiet freak that makes you think "ok, she says she’s shy, but she keeps wearing those stockings in public for a reason". The whole thing plays like a dare spiral that goes from slightly naughty to "ok, this is proper cheating territory" while she still tries to pretend it’s just for fun. I like how the dares start small, like a bit of teasing in front of the tree, some "accidental" flashing in public, and then by the time you realize it, there are hands on her ass in places they really shouldn’t be, with people they really shouldn’t belong to. And she’s moaning way too loud for someone who is supposedly just nervous and embarrassed. It hits that nasty mix of exhibitionism and voyeur stuff, where half the fun is knowing everyone around is kinda pretending they don’t see, but they do.

The two Santa paths give very different flavors of filth. Jack taking the Santa role is more personal, almost cruel in a sexy way. He knows exactly how far he can push her before she breaks, and he keeps dancing on that line. He uses dares like a weapon: "Wear this in public. Sit on his lap. Spread a little more. No, more. Good girl." It feels like this twisted "training" thing where he turns her into the wife who will show off for him, let other guys grope her in front of him, and still look back at him like "did I do good?". It’s messed up. It’s hot. I hated how much I enjoyed watching her get grabbed by strangers and still thinking "she’s totally going to fuck one of them sooner or later". Then the other route, with Alex and two Santas, is just chaos. No intimacy, just pure circus. Two guys in the same stupid costume trying to outdo each other with presents that are basically "how far can we push this married woman before everybody admits this isn’t a game anymore". Double hands, double cocks, double pressure. You get that group sex tension where nobody wants to be the one who stops first. And Mei, who was “just playing along”, somehow ends up sandwiched, used as a toy between them, like the whole thing was planned from the start. They call it dares, but let’s be real, some of those scenes feel like a full on NTR highlight reel with holiday lights blinking in the background.

What surprised me is how casual the game treats interracial stuff and the cheating anxiety. It doesn’t make a big drama, it just lets you sit there and watch as Mei gets more and more comfortable letting darker, bigger strangers touch what should be for her husband, while he either pushes her further or just sits back and watches like a proud pervert. I had one moment where she’s sitting in a guy’s lap in a public-ish place, her outfit practically split, tits bulging out, his hands under the fabric, and you see Jack in the corner just "testing" her, like this is part of some wife-training regime. Another scene she’s in that sexy santa outfit that is basically just an excuse to show her ass, bending forward where anybody could walk in, and instead of stopping, the game doubles down: more dares, more groping, more risk someone walks in and sees the wife getting worked like a slut on Christmas. Sometimes the AI CG looks a bit weird in small details, like a hand angle or a face that’s too perfect, and it pulled me out for a second, but then the next frame she’s getting grabbed from behind while she pretends to resist, and I kinda forget I wanted to complain. It’s not subtle, not deep, sometimes feels like the story is just an excuse to line up more dicks around her, and weirdly that fits the whole dirty-holiday tone perfectly.

Guy thinks he’s just going back for another boring uni semester, next thing he knows he’s dropped into dusty Goldfield County in 1896 with no phone, no Google Maps, nothing, and a whole town that looks like it’s stuck between a cowboy movie and a weird Victorian drama. The game throws you right into this “adapt or die” vibe, but then you realise adapting here mostly means choosing which gorgeous girl you’re going to fuck behind which saloon door. It’s all from his eyes, always this male POV thing, so every blowjob, every time you slide into someone raw, feels like you’re the one fumbling your way through this old-timey world. They play a lot with teasing too, girls bending over to pick up something in those long skirts but you still somehow see big ass and giant tits almost popping out, and you’re like “I thought they were more modest in 1896?” but okay, sure, history can be horny. One scene that stuck with me is this supposedly “innocent” church girl, still a virgin, who keeps pretending she doesn’t know what she’s doing while her hand is already stroking you under the pew, whispering that it’s a sin, but not stopping at all. The dev really likes that ahegao face stuff, so when she finally rides you in a dusty barn and you finish deep inside her, her expression is less “scared of God” and more “broken by dick” and it’s kind of hilarious and hot at same time.

The whole thing is this messy mix of sex and danger: gunfights in the street, duels, little RPG style choices about who you side with in town, and then suddenly you’re behind the brothel, getting sucked off by a prostitute you just paid with coins you earned from shooting bandits. There’s a sandbox feel where you wander around, trigger scenes by poking into random corners like a peeping idiot, and sometimes you just straight up catch two people fucking behind a shed. You can watch, you can join, or you can pretend you’re better than that and then five minutes later you’re balls deep in group sex with them anyway. I like how some girls are shy and act all romantic, wanting you to “court” them with flowers and slow kisses, and then when the clothes finally come off they spread their legs, ask for anal like it’s nothing, and push your head between their thighs for oral until they tremble. Other times the game just goes totally crude: interracial threesomes in a bathhouse, one girl riding your face while another grinds her big ass on your lap, you switching between mouths and pussies and asses, filling one with a creampie while the other one jerks you off and laughs about how much cum you have. There’s also stripping scenes in the saloon, where you can basically encourage a girl to go from dancing on stage to full-on prostitution, which will either turn you on or make you slightly uncomfortable, especially if you’re thinking “would I want my daughter to see this?” and then remembering this thing is absolutely not for kids and never will be. The combat is kind of clunky and the shooter parts feel like someone learned how to script guns from a YouTube video, but weirdly that roughness fits the place. It’s not polished, not neat, but when you’re pushing a farm girl against a fence, yanking up her skirt, sliding into her while she tries to stay quiet so her father doesn’t hear, the lack of perfection actually makes it feel more dirty and real. Honestly, I went in expecting more romance and got a full-time harem fantasy where almost every woman eventually spreads for you, and even though I keep saying I want “deep story” I still clicked every single masturbation scene just to see how far the game would go with voyeur stuff. Spoiler: pretty far.

Game hits like that moment when you open your phone “just to check something” and suddenly it’s three galleries later and your dick hurts a bit but you’re still tapping. You start as this guy who thinks he’s got a sweet thing going with Nikki, cute fox-eared girl, soft as hell when she smiles, and your buddy Mini hanging around like comic relief. First few scenes feel all lovey and harmless, chatting, cheesy flirting, lame jokes you’ve probably said on WhatsApp yourself. It feels almost too normal, like a comfy mobile chat sim where you’re just vibing, one thumb on the screen, other hand nowhere near your pants. Yet.

Then the game starts twisting the knife. Slowly. No sudden jump scare NTR, more like a glass of water that keeps getting darker each tap. Nikki’s “just trying new things for work”, Mini “only helping out”, that kinda bullshit. You get those voyeur moments where you’re stuck watching, not doing, and it’s rough in a hot way. Your guy keeps sending clueless messages while you see what’s really happening in the background, and the contrast is brutal. They’re smiling in chat, but her body language in the CG says “I already crossed a line and I kinda like it”. The teasing is insane, like she’ll still call you “babe” while someone else’s hand is on her thigh just off-screen. When the camera finally slides down and you see it, it hits way harder because you already knew, but you didn’t want to know.

Since it’s kinetic, you don’t get to spam choices, which pissed me off at first, but actually works. Feels like a speedrun where the route is fixed, and your only job is to unlock every dirty CG as fast as possible. You’re not changing fate, you’re just optimizing your suffering. I was literally sitting there with one hand on the phone, other already busy, racing the fade-outs like “no no no, don’t cut yet, I know there’s a second pose here”. And there usually is. AI art is surprisingly effective for this style: bodies just a little too perfect, eyes a bit too shiny, like cheap gacha ads that suddenly get way too explicit. Sometimes the hands look funky or a leg goes weird and I kept pausing like, “who the fuck’s thigh is that?” then went right back to stroking five seconds later. It’s that kind of game. Cheating, corruption, masturbation fuel, all bundled into a story where you’re basically third-wheeling your own relationship, staring at your screen and letting it happen because you secretly wanted to see how far she’d fall anyway.

Old classmates. That weird mix of “hey I missed you” and “I kinda wanna ruin your life and fuck you on the kitchen table”. That is the whole vibe here. You’re dropped back into this circle of people you used to know, and the game just quietly lets all the old drama sit between lines of small talk. It looks like a normal reunion kind of thing on the surface, like some cute koikatsu slice-of-life project, but it keeps poking at every sore spot in these relationships until someone snaps, spreads their legs, or both. You pick dialog options that feel harmless at first, like “yeah, you look great” or “we should hang out again,” and then three clicks later you are pressed up against a girl with huge tits, your hand under her skirt, both of you whispering shit you really should not be saying when her partner is in the next room scrolling TikTok.

What I like is how slow the corruption hits. It does not throw you into instant porn mode. You get these small scenes where you just sit on the couch with an old flame, legs almost touching, the TV running in the background, and the camera lingers too long on her ass when she leans forward. The animation is that typical Koikatsu wobble, boobs that move a little too much to be realistic but exactly right for horny brain. She laughs, pushes your shoulder, then doesn’t move her hand away from your chest. The text gives you this tiny choice like “leave it” or “pull her closer,” and both feel bad and good at the same time. There is this one moment where you accidentally grope her when you both reach for the same drink, and instead of pulling away she just stares at you, cheeks red, breathing loud, and whispers, “You didn’t do that before.” That one line sold the whole cheating angle more than any big dramatic scene. It just feels dirty in a quiet way. Then, five minutes later, you are pounding her from behind in a cramped bathroom, her ass bouncing, big tits slapping against the sink, moaning into a towel so nobody hears while your cum leaks down her thigh. The game loves those creampie shots, too, the camera staying there, watching it drip out like a slow confession.

It’s not all just fucking in shadows, though. There is this weird soft romance layer that keeps sneaking in when you least want it. One of the girls, the one with the biggest chest and the most “responsible adult” energy, starts out lecturing you about your life choices. Real naggy, like a mix between a guidance counselor and a pornhub stepmom thumbnail. I hated her for five minutes. Then the game flips it. You catch her alone later, sitting on a balcony, complaining quietly about how her relationship is basically dead and how nobody touches her like she is a woman anymore, just a routine. And you can either be a decent human or the corrupt bastard the tags promised. Of course the best route is where you act like you care, hold her hand, brush her hair from her face, all that fake gentle shit, then slowly slide your palm over her huge chest like it is an accident and feel her nipples harden through her top. She tries to stop you once. Just once. Then she’s grinding on your lap, skirt rucked up, panties pushed aside, riding your cock with this desperate rhythm that feels way too real, whispering “just this once” even while she’s already creaming around you. The creampie here hits different, because the animation makes you see her clench and pull you deeper, like her body is betraying her morals in real time. And yeah, some of the dialogue is a bit clunky, some scenes end too fast right when you really want a different angle or another position, but somehow that messy feeling matches the theme. Old wounds, bad decisions, big asses in tight clothes, everyone pretending they still have control while you’re filling them raw. It’s not pretty. It’s just hot as fuck.

Eddie and Rachel look like that normal anime couple you scroll past on Instagram reels and think, “yeah, they’re fine, next.” Then the game quietly takes that “fine” and just grinds it into horny dust while you sit there, phone in hand, feeling way too involved for someone who technically isn’t even in the story. It’s a kinetic visual novel, so no menu maze, no stat grinding, no “good husband route if you say the right thing” safety net. You’re basically trapped in the passenger seat watching this dude’s life spiral while his wife slowly slips out of his reach, text by text, pic by pic, call by call. There’s something really nasty and kind of addictive about how normal it all starts: money problems, job gone to hell, loans that look familiar if you ever opened your banking app and just stared at the numbers like they’re a joke. Eddie’s trying to keep his job, trying to make the boss happy, trying to handle his dick failing him from stress, and Rachel’s trying to help, trying to bring cash, trying to stay that supportive wife… until the “trying” turns into late replies, camera angles that are just a bit too flattering, and clothes that are “for interviews” but you can tell they’re chosen to impress very specific eyes that are not yours.

Most of the tension lives in the phone. If you ever sunk too much time into WhatsApp or Discord drama, this hits way too close. Notifications feel like traps. You read Eddie scrolling, you see Rachel’s messages, and the timing of everything is just cruel. There’s that familiar teasing flavor where she’s still sweet, still calling him “hun” or whatever, but a random selfie has a bra that wasn’t there before, or a skirt that rides a little higher, and the background has some dude’s office in it. You’re not told directly, “hey, this is corruption now.” It’s more like you’re stuck doomscrolling the slow-motion cheating arc of your own relationship, except here you’re safe and also rock hard, which is messed up but that’s the point. The voyeur angle is strong, too. You’re not in the room while she’s touching herself, but you see the proof after. You don’t watch Eddie’s boss eye-fuck his wife in real time, but the CGs and the way the chat logs line up give your brain enough to fill the blanks on its own. At some point she’s not just helping with bills anymore; she’s “helping” in ways that clearly have nothing to do with loan interest, and everything to do with how far she’ll let them push her, and how far you’re willing to keep watching her fall. The wild part is how the romance never fully disappears. There are moments where you can tell she still loves him, still cares, even while she’s sending off pictures she would never have shared before, masturbating with someone else on call, or letting another guy “help her relax” because Eddie’s too worn out and too soft. It’s filthy, it’s cruel, it’s sad in a way that sits right next to horny instead of killing it, and the game never pauses to ask if you’re okay with that. It just keeps moving, like a group chat you know you should mute, but you sit there, staring at the screen, waiting for the next message anyway.

You’re stuck in a dusty foreign base with a shitty Wi‑Fi signal and a gun that feels lighter than your stomach, and all you really have is your phone and a redhead you’re scared to lose. That’s basically the heartbeat of this thing. You’re the soldier, she’s Grace, making coffees for random assholes while you count the days, and the game never lets you forget that there’s an entire ocean between you when the worst possible guy walks into her cafe. Not a thug, not some cringe teen. A smooth, confident photographer who actually listens to her, calls her beautiful without stuttering, and knows exactly where to put his hands on a woman’s waist for “just the right pose.” It hits way harder than some cartoon villain, because he acts normal. Too normal.

The way it starts is almost boring in a good way. Your first calls with Grace are sweet, a little awkward. You talk about missing her, she tells you about rude customers, tips, her stupid co-worker, what she wore to work. And then she casually mentions “this photographer guy” who said she has a good face for his next project. Nothing dramatic. It just sits in your head. Later you unlock options during calls: push her to chase the opportunity, or brush it off, or sound jealous without admitting it. The game never slaps you with morality. You just feel it when she texts you a selfie from the shoot, wearing a dress that hugs her in all the places you remember touching, and you know some other man asked her to tilt her hips like that. The 3D scenes are clean and very physical: the way her bra strap slides down her pale shoulder, the shine on her lips from cheap cafe gloss, the slightly nervous way she holds her own elbow at first. Then in later shoots she doesn’t do that anymore. That tiny change hit me harder than the first kiss scene.

Sex here is not just porn filler. Early on, you get those needy calls at night, where she whispers your name in bed, fingers moving under the sheets, and you can guide how dirty the talk gets. If you encourage her to explore, she gets bolder, sending pics from the bathroom, pushing her panties aside to show just the wet line between her thighs, asking if you still want her even if other men look at her. If you give her strict “no flirting, no photos” vibes, the tension twists into something rougher later. There’s a run where she shows up at the photographer’s studio in a loose shirt and no bra, nipples poking through when the room gets cold, and you can practically feel the moment she stops thinking about you and starts thinking about how it feels when he stands behind her, guiding her hands, telling her to “trust the process” while his fingers spread her legs for a more “intimate composition.” It’s corruption, but not fast; it’s this slow slide where every choice you made before suddenly matters while she’s on that couch, thighs open, breathing hard, trying to convince herself it’s still “just art” even as his tongue is on her and her phone with your unread message is lighting up on the table behind her.

And the worst part? Half the time, when she calls you after, her voice is soft, almost more loving, because the guilt makes her clingier. So you’re there on a crackly line saying you can’t wait to fuck her brains out when you get home, imagining her wet and untouched, and the game zooms on those faint red marks on her inner thighs from someone else’s grip. No dramatic music. Just that quiet “I miss you” in your ear while she’s still sore from another man.

Elizabeth Barton is the kind of redhead your brain keeps replaying when you should answer emails. Middle of her life, big tits that make blouses look like they’re about to file a complaint, tight business skirts, that “I know what I’m doing and I know you’re looking” vibe. She runs this clothing franchise like a boss, but the game doesn’t treat her like some cold power woman. She’s messy, horny, insecure in the little ways that feel too real. One minute she’s calculating sales, the next she’s staring at herself in the mirror in her office, hand sliding under the waistband, pretending the security cameras can’t see shit. They can’t. Probably.

Then Holly just dumps her daughter on her. That’s where the summer gets weird. Jessica walks in like trouble in short shorts, that mix of brat and lonely girl, the kind where you know she’s going to push every line because nobody’s watching her close enough. The game really leans into that slow-burn teasing. First it’s small stuff. Liz catching Jessica lying on the couch, legs open a bit too wide, phone in hand, watching some guy rail a girl on Pornhub with the volume almost off but not quite. You have this tiny choice: pretend you didn’t hear the moans or make a joke that is way too adult for an “aunt.” Both feel bad in a good way. And because it uses multiple protagonist, you jump into Jessica’s head after that scene and realize she noticed the stare, liked it, and then goes to her room to masturbate with her earphones in, replaying that half-second of eye contact.

The game’s sex content is filthy in a slow, adult way, not just “click to see boobs.” You get lesbian tension between Liz and some older MILF customer who comes in for “help with sizing” and very obviously wants Liz on her knees between the dresses rack. There’s this oral scene in the stockroom with a Black delivery guy that hits that interracial porn energy without turning him into a stupid caricature, which surprised me. Liz acts like it’s a one-time mistake and then checks the delivery schedule twice a day. At the same time, you might push her toward cheating in a more emotional way: late-night messages, hand under the table scenes, her rubbing her thighs together when her “partner” sends her a dick pic during a family dinner. Sometimes the cheating is only in her head, sometimes you fully go for it and watch her swallow and then go home like nothing happened.

And Jessica isn’t just some side prop. When you play from her POV, she’s got all this pent-up bi curiosity. The way she looks at Liz is part “aunt” and part “woman with big ass who clearly knows how to fuck,” which is… yeah. There’s a sequence where Jessica borrows Liz’s blouse, doesn’t wear a bra, then does a little private stripping in Liz’s bedroom mirror, grinding on a pillow, imagining Liz walking in. You can later nudge the story so that Liz actually does walk in during a different “accident” and the look they share is way hotter than half of the full-on sex scenes. That’s the good stuff. And the office scenes, holy shit. Doing boring stock numbers on a laptop while there’s a vibrator inside, trying to stay professional on a video call while clenching? It hits different when the character is a businesswoman who’s supposed to act all proper. I wish the phone UI in-game wasn’t so clunky, notifications sometimes pop in weird timing and broke my mood once, but then Liz bent over to pick something and her skirt rode up and my brain just deleted the complaint.

By the time lesbian scenes start to properly bloom, like Liz and a regular customer sharing wine after closing time in the fitting room, slow kissing, one hand under the shirt, one between thighs, licking like they’ve been thinking about it since the first discount coupon, it feels earned. Not rushed. And when the game flips back to Jessica alone in her room, watching lesbian porn on her phone, trying to match the rhythm, moaning into the pillow so Liz doesn’t hear… that contrast is nasty in the best way. Nothing in this story feels safe. People are always one drink, one late shift, one “accidental” touch on the big tits away from blowing up their boring lives. It’s that quiet tension of a long summer where everyone is horny, pretending they’re not, while the clothing store, the house, even the fitting rooms feel like they’re soaked in sex already.

Guy starts out as total loser energy, right? No money, boring life, dad’s a weirdo, same four walls, same browser tabs, same boring porn. Then he finds out this family secret and suddenly it’s like someone toggled “god mode” on his bloodline. Not in the superhero sense, more like “oh, I can twist people’s minds and push them where I want” kind of way. And that hits harder when you realize most of the hot women around him are already kinda messed up in the head. There’s this really fun contrast: his vibe is still this awkward dude with messy room and hand-me-down clothes, while at the same time he’s casually nudging a proud older woman into flashing her tits from the balcony because he said it’d be “liberating.” She argues, blushes like crazy, then does it, and you feel that little “oh shit, I really made her do that” in your stomach along with the boner. That mix of guilt and arousal the game does a lot. It’s not subtle. It’s not trying to be moral. But it knows exactly what button it’s pushing.

The rooms and streets feel like they exist so you can wander around and hunt for those small dirty moments. Opening the fridge and catching your “relative” bending over in this thin T-shirt that basically draws the shape of her ass with the cloth, then later using that mental image to push a bit harder when you finally talk her into “just a kiss” that slides into tongue and then she ends up riding you on the couch like she’s been waiting for it for years. Dialog is where you feel the localization a lot. Some lines are a bit stiff, like “I will make you mine completely,” which sounds like a telenovela, but then there is this one scene where the older neighbor calls you “little parasite” while her nipples are poking through her blouse and it lands perfectly. The grammar slips here and there, but to be honest it kinda matches the MC’s brain. His thoughts read like someone who learned English from porn comments and Discord, and that’s not even a complaint. I was reading his inner monologues and going “yeah, that’s exactly how my brain sounds when I’m trying not to stare at someone’s cleavage on the subway.”

Sex scenes go from tender to completely fucked up faster than Chrome opens another tab. One route I had this shy girl doing cute, slow missionary, legs shaking, moaning your name soft, and then like two scenes later you’ve got her pressed to a wall, panties around one ankle, your hand on her throat while she’s begging you to finish inside her because she “belongs to you now.” The corruption ramp is actually pretty good at showing the steps. First she just sends you a slightly risky pic from the bathroom, you tease her about how you can almost see her pussy, and she says “don’t be gross.” Next scene she’s on video call pushing a dildo inside herself and asking if you’re going to “upgrade” her soon. The pacing feels weird sometimes, like scenes jump from teasing to full anal like the writer skipped two pages, but the core beats are hot enough you kinda forgive it in the moment. Also the tiny detail of having to grind a bit of cash or power before pushing further adds this nice tension: do I spend my energy convincing the classy MILF to cheat on her husband again, or do I break that cute girl’s mind a little more until she agrees to walk around town without panties because “you like it.” The game keeps dangling those choices in front of you, and every time you tell yourself you’ll be nice this time, you end up stuffing someone full of cum and marking them like property anyway.

KRUZ CITY feels like that dirty daydream you get on a long bus ride when your mind starts drifting and you suddenly remember how much you like soft skin and the sound of someone breathing right in your ear. It starts pretty tame: you come back to your hometown after being basically locked in this brutal sports camp, muscles sore, balls even more sore, pretending you care about training drills when actually you’re just thinking about thighs and lips and the smell of shampoo on a pillow. The moment you arrive, the place looks normal on the surface, but every corner feels loaded with some secret. A door half open, a shower running too long, a bedroom light still on at night where it really shouldn’t be. You walk around thinking you’re just exploring a city, and suddenly you’re peeking through a window and realizing this older woman you kinda remember from childhood is kneeling between some guy’s legs, tits pressed against his thighs, and you feel that hot stab of jealousy and arousal at the same time. It’s not subtle about it, which honestly I liked. The game doesn’t treat you like a kid.

What stuck to my brain is how physical everything feels. There’s this scene where you finally get a “private” moment with one of the milfs, and it starts with something simple, like her fingers brushing your hand while she hands you a drink. That tiny touch, just skin on skin, makes the whole screen feel heavier. Then it moves to her sitting too close, your leg pressed against her soft thigh, and when she shifts her weight you can almost feel that warm pressure slide across you. When she wraps her fingers around you for the first time, it’s slow, like she’s testing how far she can go, thumb rubbing the tip, palm squeezing just a bit too tight. You actually notice silly stuff, like the way her tits bounce a little when she changes grip, or how her ass digs into the couch when she leans forward to whisper something filthy, hot breath on your neck. And because the game likes to mess with your head, sometimes you’re watching this from a distance instead, hidden in the dark, seeing her do the exact same teasing moves on another guy. That part hits different. There’s this ugly, horny twist in your chest, like your stomach drops and your cock twitches at the same time, especially when she moans his name in a voice you thought was just for you. I wish I could say I hated it. I didn’t.

Kinda funny how often it plays with that “am I a good guy or just a horny bastard” feeling. One night you’re sneaking into a room, lights low, hearing soft breathing and wondering if you should really be here. The girl is half asleep, big ass barely covered by a thin sheet, one leg bent, panties riding up just enough to show the curve of her pussy. You slide your hand along her thigh, and the game lets you push it, fingertip by fingertip, until you’re rubbing her through the fabric, feeling that damp spot grow. She shifts, murmurs something, and you’re holding your breath, completely still, like if you don’t move she’ll keep pretending she’s asleep. That mixture of guilt and raw need is all over this thing. Same with the foot stuff: one of the women casually puts her bare foot in your lap while she talks about something boring, heel resting right on your crotch, and pretends not to notice as her toes start to curl and press. You try to focus on the dialogue, but all you can think about is how the ball of her foot grinds down just a bit harder every time you answer wrong. Sometimes you end up just jerking off alone after, pants around your ankles, staring at your phone, replaying a clip of her sucking someone else off, spit running down her chin. Honestly, I got stuck way too long in one early masturbation scene because the rhythm of her handjob was just that perfect, fingers twisting, wrist pumping faster while she stares you dead in the eyes like she owns you. And the worst part is you kind of want her to.