The whole thing feels like someone took a trashy discipline fetish manga, threw it on a lonely island, and then accidentally added a half-decent management sim on top. You play as the guy in charge of one of those “special education” facilities where all the washed out students get dumped. On paper it sounds kind of dry, but this place is basically a pressure cooker full of horny, pissed-off young adults who think they’re too old to be treated like schoolkids… and you are exactly there to prove they’re wrong. They sign forms, they pretend they have rights, and then you walk them into a “classroom” that looks more like a club backroom with cameras on every wall and a stage that absolutely isn’t for PowerPoint.

What hit me first is how quickly the tone swings from fake-official to filthy. One moment the game is talking about attendance and study plans, next you’re dragging a lazy student out in front of the others and telling her she can either pass her “oral exam” or spend the night in public detention. There was this scene where I cranked her “obedience level” too fast in the management screen and suddenly the next event had her standing on a table, collar on, being ordered to strip while the rest of the class watches and “takes notes”. The CG there is ridiculous in the best way: her face trying to look tough, body already betraying her, skirt around her ankles and the teacher’s hand sliding up between her cheeks like it’s the most normal thing in the world. They really lean into humiliation, not soft, not romantic, just raw “you’re ours now” energy, especially when other students are forced to watch and join in. It’s not even subtle voyeur stuff; half the time the door is wide open and there’s a security camera light blinking in the corner like a bored pervert.

The management layer is half shallow, half weirdly addictive. You juggle class schedules, “special programs”, budgets, all that. Send this girl to “disciplinary counseling”, throw that one to the group “practice session” in the gym, mark another for a private “consultation” in the teacher’s lounge where the couch is obviously not for sitting. Some days you’re basically running a porn studio disguised as a remedial school. Raise her corruption stat and suddenly she volunteers to bend over the teacher’s desk while two other students hold her wrists, pretending it’s extra credit for teamwork. Push it higher and she’s the one dragging a shy new girl into a locker room, groping her through a half-unbuttoned uniform while laughing too loud because she knows the security staff is watching through that tinted window. I liked how sometimes an event kicks in that you didn’t plan at all, like walking past a classroom and catching a bunch of students “rehearsing” a strip show with desks pushed to the side. You can barge in and take control, or just sit in the dark behind the one-way glass and quietly crank the voyeur options higher. It’s messy, it’s inconsistent, some scenes feel copy-pasted and one of the UI buttons annoyed me so much I kept clicking the wrong thing, but then you hit a night scene where the whole class is lined up on the rooftop, collars glinting in the city lights, getting inspected one by one, and yeah. This game knows exactly what kind of rotten little island it wants to be.

Waifu Academy feels like someone tried to mash a porn comic, a shitty revenge fantasy, and a weird mobile gacha leveling system into one thing, then forgot to polish it, and somehow that actually makes it kinda interesting. You start as this guy who got fucked over hard in the past, and now he’s basically weaponizing horny to ruin people’s lives at a private academy. It’s not subtle. One minute you’re pretending to be a normal student in a classic school setting with teachers and uniforms, next minute you’re cornering a busty milf in a “private tutor” scene where her huge tits are hanging out while she’s trying to keep her dignity and totally failing at it. The game is obsessed with big boobs and big asses, like half the camera angles feel like they’re coming from a porn director who only knows two shots: face and ass. And honestly, that’s fine. There’s a lot of ahegao too, girls with their eyes rolled back and tongues out while you rail them, even when the situation is supposed to be humiliating or “serious”, which just makes it even more degenerate.

From a gamification angle, it’s a mess that somehow works. You’ve got these branching choices where you decide who to humiliate, who to “save”, who to turn into your obedient waifu, but the UI acts like it’s a visual novel, while the logic underneath is more like some ghetto morality system. Pick one dialogue option and suddenly a proud femdom teacher is letting you grope her under her desk. Pick another and she’s making you jerk off while she mocks your dick size, laughing in your face. The corruption curve is slow on some girls and insanely fast on others. There’s a schoolgirl in uniform who goes from shy hand-holding to anal in what feels like three scenes, while another character needs five separate “accidental” groping events and one hardcore group situation before she cracks. Sometimes it feels like you’re min-maxing kinks instead of stats. And then there is that one hallway scene, where you’re supposed to be stealthy, but if you trigger the wrong choice, it just jumps straight to an exhibitionism event with a girl pressed against a locker, panties around her knees, getting fingered while random students walk by like this is totally normal.

What caught me off guard is how the game treats humiliation as a reward track. You’re not just collecting CG scenes, you’re basically unlocking different flavors of shame. A character starts with light teasing, then you push her into masturbation scenes where she’s forced to finger herself on command, then later you get full-on group stuff where she’s covered in cum and making that broken ahegao face, and the game treats that progression almost like leveling a skill tree. Same with cheating: some “pure” waifu types have boyfriends who exist only so you can fuck them behind their backs, and your choices can push them into that “I know this is wrong but fuck it” corruption path. It’s cruel, and sometimes it actually feels too mean, especially when the domination flips and a femdom girl is riding you, slapping your face and calling you trash while you’re the one who set everything up. I hated that. Then I replayed it to see the alt route where you turn that same girl into a submissive pet in a hardcore anal scene in some empty classroom, bent over the teacher’s desk, drooling and begging for more. And the game doesn’t stop to judge any of it. It’s just “here’s your fucked up fantasy, have fun breaking everyone at this academy” and then throws another branching choice at you like a horny spreadsheet you’ll never fully finish.

Guy stuck in some shitty future office job, numbing himself with Spotify and porn on second monitor, then boom, random email: “hey, you own an entire tropical archipelago now.” I mean sure, obvious scam, but in this story it’s actually real, and he just goes. No hesitation, no lawyer, just “ok, I’m a rich island master now, cool.” I kinda love how fast it throws you into the fantasy. One minute you’re surrounded by concrete and neon, next minute you land on this ridiculous paradise full of wet sand, wet skin, wet everything, and this insanely classy woman meets you at the dock, calls you “Master” with that calm, trained smile that already screams “I know exactly how to make you break all your morals.” She’s hot in that hentai office-lady way, big tits pressed into a too-tight outfit, acting all professional while clearly ready to bend the rules and probably her spine.

The structure is visual novel style, but it sneaks in management stuff so you’re not just clicking next text like a zombie. You’re technically running this island group, investing money, deciding what buildings to put, who works where. And every “responsible” choice somehow leads to more perversion. Upgrade a facility? Suddenly there’s a scene where your staff are “celebrating” in your private villa with their clothes on the floor and their legs open. Got a research lab? They’re not studying fish, they’re testing this creepy futuristic machine that can mess with memories and lust. I swear the first time I used it on that shy girl who kept blushing and covering her chest, I was like “ok this is fucked up” and then five clicks later I’m watching her grind on a metal frame, moaning your name, eyes glazed, while the machine slowly strips away her resistance. The game really leans into corruption, like not just “she likes sex now,” but watching her go from normal worker to addicted slut who peeks at camera feeds and fingers herself while spying on other couples.

Sex scenes don’t stay one-on-one for long. The moment the island economy starts running, you basically become this horny overlord scheduling meetings that end in group sex. There’s this one beach party where you pretend it’s some celebration of progress, but really it’s just an excuse to watch them drunk on sun and lust, bodies all over the sand, a messy mix of big asses bouncing, big boobs slapping, two girls sharing your cock while a third rides your face. Sometimes there’s a monster angle too, like the tech or weird creatures from the ocean getting involved, tentacle-ish stuff that feels half sci fi, half wet dream, and the girls go from fear to obsession so fast it’s almost funny. Also, the voyeur angle is strong as hell. You unlock hidden cameras in showers, staff rooms, even the lab. One time I opened the cam menu on my phone on the subway and forgot volume, and suddenly this girl is on screen getting railed against a glass wall, moaning so hard people looked at me. I pretended it was TikTok but yeah, no one believed that. Anyway, the romance part is there if you want to pretend you care, you can pick favorites, take them on “dates” under the palm trees, tell them sweet things, then order them to kneel in the sand and swallow everything like good pets. The game lets you be as soft or as much of a manipulative bastard as you want, but it always comes back to the same thing: you’re the master of this sunny little sex factory, and every pretty thing on that island is one decision away from being on her knees or on a machine, moaning your name like it’s the only word she remembers.

Power Fantasy Mayor is one of those games that looks stupid in the best way and then suddenly you realize you are min-maxing orgasms like it’s a gacha spreadsheet. The setup is simple: city in chaos, weird virus, council is gone, you are the last idiot standing and now you are the mayor with absolute authority over everyone’s body and life. The story pretends to care about morality for about five minutes, then it basically asks you: do you want to be a half decent guy who still uses his new power to peek at tits from the CCTV system, or do you just go full corruption route and turn the whole town into your personal porn studio. It calls itself a “choice” game and technically that’s true, but let’s be honest, when the game gives you a dialogue like “protect citizen” or “check how deep she can take it”, it already knows what button you will click.

What I liked a lot, from a gamification nerd view, is how the corruption and affection numbers work almost like a fake RPG level system. Every time you pass some new law or push your power too far, the city’s “mood” shifts and scenes unlock that literally didn’t exist before. You think it’s just flavor text, but then suddenly that strict teacher you saw in a boring meeting earlier is now sneaking into your office after curfew, panting, on her knees, because your new “mandatory health inspection” order says the mayor needs to personally “check oral reflexes”. There is zero subtlety. It’s funny. One time I forced through a curfew rule just to see what happens, and next in-game day there’s a scene where two girls try to sneak past the patrols, get caught on camera, and you watch the replay first like some voyeur cop, then you can literally teleport there using your weird paranormal powers and decide if you punish them with public anal or pretend to be nice and invite them into a “safe room”. I picked the fake nice route and the game still rewarded me with them making out on the couch and you just sit there as mayor, watching, waiting until they pull you in. Consent is… flexible here.

The superpower stuff is funny because it feels like the dev had one idea after reading a bad hentai doujin and just layered everything on top. Sometimes you are reading about infection rates, then suddenly you freeze time so you can walk around a locker room, stripping the bustiest girl in the squad and positioning her like a doll, then unpause and watch her lose it with full ahegao because now her bra just “mysteriously vanished” in front of her classmates. There is also this whole thing with public speeches where you can influence mass behavior: pick a calm, responsible speech and the city becomes manageable, or you go full cult leader, shirt slightly open, promising “new freedoms” and the whole square turns into a huge exhibitionist playground later. The game doesn’t explain the math, but there is clearly some hidden stat that tracks how degenerate your policies are, because after a while even random NPCs start doing lesbian stuff in back alleys if you keep making pervy laws. The harem angle is both fun and kind of broken: you collect girls from different factions, each with her own corruption level, but once they all live in your mansion, scenes start to repeat with tiny changes and it feels a bit like using the same sticker pack on Telegram for every reply. Also the UI has this tiny confirm button on the bottom right that you have to hit every time you change a policy and it drove me crazy for like twenty minutes straight and I still hate it. Anyway, the best part for me was when I passed a law about “mandatory camera checks” and then later caught my own security chief on-screen, on her knees, choking on a dildo-shaped training device she swears is “for interrogation practice” while your character just laughs and tells her to prove it on the real thing. The game pretends to be about saving a city but it’s actually about how far you can push people until they beg you to own them.

Your life should have been boring as hell. Little farm kid, small fantasy town, marry a local girl, grow potatoes, die. Instead you somehow put a ring on one of the most famous adventurers in the whole damn kingdom, this stacked, battle-scarred goddess with giant tits, a perfect ass and a sword arm that could probably snap your spine if you misbehave. And she actually agrees to drop the armor, squeeze into a too-tight tavern uniform and work in your tiny, creaky bar as the new sexy waitress. It already feels like cheating just watching her bend over tables and pretend she doesn’t notice the way every drunk in the room is measuring her up like she is tonight’s main dish.

The game basically runs on that one dirty thought you never admit to anyone: what if your own wife wasn’t just yours? You’re the owner, she’s the barmaid, and every night the place fills with horny bastards, big spenders, shady mercs, orcs with big black cocks that barely fit in their trousers, and you decide how far you push her. Maybe you keep it “sweet” at first. Let her flirt, talk with that cute shy smile, boobs almost falling out of her corset while guys tip extra to see a little more cleavage. Then you start choosing drinks or events that push the mood. Stronger liquor, louder music, “accidental” wardrobe malfunctions, bets that end with her sitting in some stranger’s lap while you pretend to count coins. It’s all about nudging the line and then watching it vanish. One moment you’re proud husband, next moment you’re in the storage room jerking off because she just let a dark elf slap her ass in front of everyone and laughed like it was nothing.

What hits hard is how the game makes you feel both powerful and pathetic at the same time. You call the shots, pick dialog, pick what she wears, if she serves the regulars in that half-open shirt or that super tight skirt she can barely walk in. You choose if she smiles and seduces, if she blushes in humiliation, if she gets rough-handled behind the bar when you “look away” a bit too long. Sometimes you try to be a good guy and keep her safe, but the tavern itself kind of corrupts you. Money goes up faster when she lets them touch. Reputation spreads when she serves the big black stud in the corner and doesn’t stop him when his hand climbs under her skirt. And the part that fucked my brain a bit is that she actually likes the attention if you keep pushing that way, or she hates it and still does it because she wants you happy, and both versions are hot for completely different reasons. It’s not just porn, it’s this slow, messy slide from “my loyal wife” to “everyone’s favorite milf waitress” with you stuck between jealousy, pride, arousal and this weird, guilty smile while adventurers brag about how good her mouth feels. By the time the tavern is famous, you’re not even sure if you’re still the husband or just the guy who owns the bed she crawls into after getting pounded behind the bar. And somehow, that’s exactly what you were dreaming of from the start.

Dreams of Desire is like one of those trashy hentai OVA you told yourself you’d watch just for the “plot”, then suddenly it’s three routes later and you know everyone’s bad habits, favorite underwear color, and exactly how far they’ll go if you whisper the right words into their ear. The setup is simple enough: guy doesn’t want to get shipped off to some dead boring military academy, stumbles over a creepy old book that basically says “hey, you can hack people’s brains if you’re horny and irresponsible enough,” and then everything around him turns into a playground of lust, lies, and a bit of morality yeeting itself out the window. What I like is how it goes from kinda normal slice of life to “ok, this household is one wrong decision away from a full-on corruption spiral” without making a big dramatic show. One minute you’re talking about chores and dinner, next minute you’re peeking through doors, catching somebody fingering themselves, and the game asks you if you just walk away or stand there like a degenerate and enjoy the view.

The corruption stuff is the real meat here. It’s not like, instant brainwash with glowing eyes and everyone turns into sex drones. It’s slower, messy, and sometimes awkward in that way only this genre really knows how to do. You try pushing someone a little too hard and they snap at you, or you say the “wrong” suggestion and instead of sexy obedience you get guilt, weird tension, and you sitting there thinking “ok, I kinda deserve that.” Then two scenes later that same character is giving you this shy little striptease, pretending they’re in control while clearly melting inside. Some of the best moments are small things, like when the “good girl” character starts swearing when she gets fucked rough for the first time, or when the dominant one suddenly blushes when you flip the power dynamic and tease her feet until she begs. The game really loves watching you turn hesitation into addiction: first a stolen glance in the shower, then mutual masturbation, then blowjob in a place that’s absolutely not safe, and then suddenly you’re sharing a bed with three women who should absolutely not all be okay with it, yet nobody is saying no anymore. And the worst part is how natural it feels inside this world, like the book didn’t just unlock manipulation, it pulled the mask off everyone’s hidden kinks and said “go on, you already wanted this.”

Lena’s voice keeps ringing in my head even after I closed the tab - like an echo that’s not really hers, but mine. She’s drawn to disaster, that much is clear. I kept thinking she’d make a “good” choice, but the game doesn’t reward good. It teases it, then smothers it under sweat and half-whispered apologies. That scene in the cheap motel room (yeah, the one with the red sheets that keep sliding down her thighs) hit weirdly hard. I wanted to laugh, but I didn’t. Ian’s dialogue there, when he asks if she *feels anything at all* - it’s not written like porn, it’s more like he’s daring her to stop pretending. And then you realize the game’s been daring *you* the same way for the last hour.

There’s a rhythm to the choices, like breathing too fast and then stopping. One moment you’re talking about dreams and gigs and paying rent; next, you’ve got Lena on her knees, warm breath fogging up the screen. The blowjob animation isn’t even the point - it’s how she looks up after, like she’s trying to find meaning in it. I swear that little pause before she wipes her mouth says more about her than any of the branching dialogue trees. But still, there’s something sloppy about the transitions - like it’s all too aware of what it’s supposed to turn you on with. I got annoyed once because the text box covered her chest at the exact wrong time. Then I forgot I was annoyed when she bit her lip and said his name wrong on purpose. Some games talk about corruption; this one feels sticky with it, uncomfortable in a way that makes you stay longer than planned.

By the time the threesome scene rolled around - Lena, the redhead, and Ian with that smug smirk - I’d stopped trying to make moral choices. You just click and watch the mess unfold. It’s romantic and ugly and kind of beautiful in its own broken rhythm. Like you shouldn’t be watching, but you keep doing it anyway because there’s something too human about all that skin and guilt tangled together.

Homeboy comes back from his “year abroad” like he just discovered culture, and walks into a house that feels the same but somehow way dirtier. Not the furniture, the vibes. Mom’s still stacked like a hentai thumbnail, stepdad’s still pretending to be the wholesome nice guy, and the two sisters are… yeah, not how he left them. The game drops you right in the middle of this horny little pressure cooker where everyone’s pretending nothing weird is going on while literally everything is weird. You’re the son, you’re broke, trying to find a job, and instead of working on your CV you’re out here watching your own family like a degenerate peeking from behind the curtains. One second you’re in the kitchen talking about “future plans” and next second you’re getting flashbacks of how your mom’s shirt always rides up when she reaches for the top shelf and your brain just turns into Pornhub recommendations.

The game loves to play that slow, rotten corruption thing. At first it’s just small shit. You walk into the living room at the wrong moment and your older sister’s skirt “accidentally” rides up while she’s watching some Netflix clone on her laptop. Younger sister’s glued to her phone, doing that fake innocent student routine, but when you pass her door at night there’s that soft wet sound and a choked breath and your dumb ass just stands there, listening, hand already on your dick before you even realize it. The voyeur stuff hits hard: crack of the door, bathroom mirror fogged, mom bent over the sink in a towel that’s one bad knot away from dropping, and you’re there, hiding, blood pumping way too loud in your ears. Sometimes you catch stepdad grabbing her ass in the kitchen, his hand way too low, her pretending to push him away while still pressing back into him. You start noticing he stays out late more, and when he’s home, he’s rougher, like some switch flipped. There’s that one scene where you see him arguing with mom, his voice raised, and then it cuts to him dragging her to the bedroom. You don’t see everything at first, just hear the bed banging and her moans sounding a little too close to crying, and the game just leaves you with that messed up mix of jealousy, anger, and straight up arousal.

Then the cheating and interracial stuff starts dripping in, not subtle at all. Mom “goes out with a friend” and suddenly she’s in the back of some dude’s car, face buried in his lap, her big tits bouncing while she chokes a little on his cock and pretends she still has morals. Your older sister sneaks out to “study” and ends up riding some huge black guy like he’s the final boss of her degree, and later you accidentally see the video on her phone when she goes to shower. The game lets you decide if you just watch, confront, or quietly use that shit later while you jerk off alone in your room. That’s the thing: masturbation scenes are everywhere, like the house itself is horny and leaking. You catch mom with her fingers buried deep between her thighs after a fight with stepdad, see your younger sister grinding on her pillow, see your own reflection in the monitor light while you stroke it to some CG scene of the same women you just had breakfast with. Sometimes there’s a tiny romance beat, like mom looking at you too long, hand resting on your shoulder a little too soft, or your sister cuddling up to you on the couch while pretending to be scared of some movie. Next day she’s snapping at you again like nothing happened and you’re left half hard and confused. Anal, oral, groping in tight spaces, sneaky handjobs under tables, the game just stacks all the family-relationship shit until you’re not sure if this is still a “nice son returns home” story or a full-blown degeneration arc. And it somehow feels even worse when the sex gets tender for a second, like when mom kisses you slow, like a real lover, after you’ve already done the nastiest things together. You sit there, pants around your ankles, feeling like the most fucked up romantic idiot on the internet, and then you click “next scene” anyway.

The house feels too quiet when Sterling walks in, the kind of silence that sticks to your skin. There’s that smell - old wood, perfume, something faintly sinful like memories that never left. You can almost hear the ghosts of laughter and moans tangled in the walls. Everyone looks at him differently now, not as the kid who ran off, but as the man who came back with a pulse full of tension. The women in this game, they don’t waste time pretending innocence. The so-called mourning period lasts about five seconds before somebody’s hand is somewhere it shouldn’t be. It’s messy, funny, uncomfortable, and hot in that way only forbidden things are. Sometimes you’ll laugh because the dialogue’s ridiculous, sometimes you’ll forget to breathe because a scene just hits that filthy sweet spot between lust and shame.

What I liked most was how it never feels clean. There’s domination that borders on cruelty, soft moments ruined by sudden gropes, a futa scene that goes way harder than expected, and those “oops-I-shouldn’t-watch-this” voyeur bits that make you squirm. Even the humor has teeth; it’s not wink-wink-nudge-nudge but more like someone laughing right in the middle of an orgasm. The harem thing isn’t just numbers - it’s chaos management, trying to juggle jealousy and desire while every woman (and not only women) seems one breath away from breaking the furniture. And then there’s that weird ache when corruption sneaks in, when seduction turns into ownership and you realize you kind of wanted it that way. The sound design helps too: low voices, wet noises that feel too real through headphones, that small gasp when a boundary gets crossed.

It’s not perfect - some pacing’s off, and a few scenes feel like they forgot their own setup - but maybe that’s why it works. Like old VHS hentai, rough edges make it human. It doesn’t pretend to be classy, it just drags you down into the mess and dares you to call it art while your pants are still around your ankles.

You wake up in this crappy motel room that smells like old smoke and cheap cleaner, with faded Jesus on the wall judging the hell out of you, and somehow you’re the “man of the house” now. Except the house is two rooms stacked with religious girls pretending they’re still living in some holy commune instead of next to a vending machine that eats coins. You’ve got Mother Superior with her tight lips and way too calm voice, the younger sisters trying to act all innocent in those modest clothes that really do not hide the tits they’re packing, and an empty bed that never really stays empty because there’s just not enough space and everyone’s broke. You’re supposed to help them “start from the bottom” again, but let’s be honest, after five minutes you’re thinking about a completely different kind of bottom. You talk to them, run their little errands, peek when the bathroom door doesn’t close right, and that’s when you realize this game really wants you to be a creep. Which is good. Religious guilt and horny tension is pretty much the main ingredient here.

The fun starts small. You get those moments where you pretend to be a gentleman but then “accidentally” walk in on a sister changing, and she bends over to grab her panties and you just see this huge ass stretching that thin fabric. There’s a scene early on where you share a bed with one of them “just for tonight, it’s safer that way” and you lie there, pretending to sleep, watching her chest rise and fall under the blanket. Her tits are massive, no joke, the kind that would cause back problems in real life, and at some point your MC just gives up, gets hard, and you get that great slow corruption vibe. She feels your cock pressed between her cheeks, pretends not to notice at first, then there’s that tiny grind of her hips. Nobody says anything, but suddenly you’re getting a soft, hesitant handjob under the blanket while the cross on the wall is right above you. Perfect mix of awkward and filthy. Later, when she gets more used to you, she doesn’t even hide it. She’ll straddle your lap “to wake you up”, those big boobs spilling out, slide your cock between them and give you a sloppy titjob while trying not to moan too loud because Mother’s in the next room. And when she looks up with that half scared, half turned-on face, drool on her lips, you just know she’s done being a virgin in her head, even if she still lies to herself about it.

What really sells it though are the little scenes that go too far and don’t even apologize. There’s one time you catch Mother Superior praying alone, all serious, eyes closed, talking about “guidance” and “purity”, and you just stand behind her a bit too long, staring at her ass under that robe. The game lets you hover there, gives you the option to leave like a good boy, or stay and push it. If you stay, you brush against her “by accident”, hands lingering on her waist, and she stiffens, keeps praying, but doesn’t move away. You whisper something filthier than you should, and she just breathes heavier. A few scenes later she’s on her knees in front of you, that same prayer position, only now your cock is in her mouth, her lips wrapped tight, tears in her eyes from taking it deep. She looks up while sucking, humiliated and aroused, her hands stroking your shaft, a bit of spit running down her chin. The game actually lets you grab her head and fuck her throat hard, and she chokes, drools, and somehow you still see that “holy” vibe in her face. Then you’ve got the younger sister experimenting with toys she bought cheap online, thinking nobody’s watching. You peek from the bathroom crack while she slides a shiny vibrator between those thick thighs, panties pushed aside, mumbling your name without admitting it. Later she begs you to “just help her a little”, which ends with her on all fours on the motel bed, your big cock buried in her ass while she clutches the stained sheets, moaning into a pillow so Father in jail won’t hear her from heaven or whatever. There’s group stuff too, when they finally give up the act, all of them around you, hands and mouths and tits everywhere, one riding you raw, another using her feet on your shaft while the third licks your balls like a good little fucktoy. It’s not classy, it’s not subtle, it’s messy corruption of a whole little “holy” harem in a trashy motel, and that’s exactly the point.