You know that feeling when a dumb cartoon joke suddenly turns filthy in your head and you think, “yeah, they’re never gonna show that on TV”? This game is basically that feeling turned into a browser porn thing, focused right on Quahog’s most fucked up family. You play as the guy dealing with the mess of timelines and horny relatives, bouncing around the Griffin house, accidentally spying, “accidentally” staying to watch, and then not being accidental at all. One moment you’re just creeping past Lois doing her housewife routine, the next she’s bent over the couch, tits spilling out while you’re trying to keep eye contact and failing hard. It looks like a goofy parody on the surface, but the vibe changes quick once you start pushing people a little, testing how far you can twist this “normal” family into something much less healthy and way more fun. The game really leans into that feeling of you being the sick bastard behind the scenes, watching through doors, catching Meg in her room when she thinks nobody cares about her, and then proving very clearly that someone does.

What I liked most is how it keeps switching tone without warning. One scene you’re getting a playful blowjob from Lois while she’s still half in nagging-mom mode, complaining about something pointless while stroking your cock with her soft hand, then swallowing you down like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Next scene she flips into this strict, almost femdom vibe, pinning you with that fake sweet smile while she grinds that big ass on your lap and pretends she’s doing you a favor. There’s POV angles where you’re flat on your back, Lois riding your dick slow and deep, red hair falling down as she smirks, and you just see her tits bounce in your face. Then there’s the more mean stuff, like when she uses her feet on you, teasing you to the edge with a lazy footjob, laughing about how pathetic you look, and you still beg for more. The corruption angle creeps in especially hard with Meg: at first she’s awkward, insecure, kind of “why are you looking at me like that?”, and before you know it she’s on her knees, glasses crooked, drool on her chin, trying to copy the way Lois sucks you but putting way too much effort into it, like she wants to prove she can take you deeper than her mom. The humor is hit and miss, some jokes feel like they’re copy pasted from some reddit comment from ten years ago and the pacing between scenes sometimes stalls, but then you get a moment where you’re hidden in a hallway watching Lois get herself off on the bed, rubbing her pussy with slow circles, whispering your name instead of Peter’s, and suddenly you forget you were annoyed two minutes ago. It’s messy, rude, often wrong in that specific incest parody way, full of big tits and big asses and bigger mistakes, and it never really stops pushing that line between “this is so stupid” and “fuck, I’m actually turned on”.

The world in this game already went to shit before you even get to unzip anything. Cities are broken, rules are gone, and Matt, this young soldier with more trauma than sleep, crawls back home trying to figure out what the hell is left to care about. It is not a heroic return, it feels more like he just respawned in a bugged map. You slide into his skin and into his mess, and every choice you click is basically: "Do I try to be a decent human, or do I follow my dick and hope the universe doesn’t punish me too hard?" Of course, the universe absolutely punishes you. Or rewards you. Depends how much you like watching your supposed love interest get railed by someone who is not you, sometimes not even human in the normal way. There are moments where you’re in some half ruined apartment, your phone in one hand, other hand very busy, watching this big titted relative of yours pretend the world outside doesn’t exist while she grinds against you like tomorrow isn’t a thing, and the game pauses on a decision pop-up that looks like it was coded at 3 coffees too many. One tap and you’re the protective, jealous type. Another tap and suddenly you are opening the door for the monster in the shadows and thinking, "ok, I kinda wanna see how far this goes."

The funny part is how the game doesn’t even pretend to be classy. One scene you’re having this almost sweet talk with someone very close to your bloodline, like real soft, romance-style, she is sitting too close on the couch, shirt a little open, and there is this tiny moment where you think "wow, this is actually emotional." Then camera angle goes lower, her ass fills the screen like it is a weather forecast, and Matt’s brain returns to factory settings. It feels trashy, but also weirdly honest about how horny people are when there are no cops, no laws, just ghosts in the hallway and monsters in the basement. The paranormal stuff sneaks up on you in a good way. One night scene, you are walking down some ruined street, fog all over, and your phone buzzes like it is a Tinder match from hell. There is this creature watching you and the game is like: "kiss the demon or protect your family." Why not both, right? Sometimes the NTR hits hard though. I had one route where I thought I was building a slow burn romance with this thick, shy girl at home, giving her nice answers, defending her when others talk shit, and then out of nowhere I open a door and she is bent over for some thing with claws and a smug face. Game just lets you watch, no skip, like it is proud of itself. Also, side note, the notification sound in the UI is ugly as fuck, I hate it, it’s like an old Nokia tone, and now it’s burned in my brain forever. Anyway, the way the story branches when you lean into corruption or try to hold onto love is messy but in a good porn way, like sex on a couch full of clothes. Not neat, but you still come back to it on your phone, pretending you are just checking Telegram or TikTok while in reality you’re guiding this broken soldier through a world where morals died and tits got bigger. The game keeps asking "who do you want to protect" while it puts everyone you care about in situations where their panties or their sanity, or both, are optional.

City like this always feels a bit horny and a bit dangerous at the same time. You start as this broke delivery guy, running boring routes, talking shit to yourself in the dark streets, wondering if rent or your sanity dies first. Then one very wrong encounter later, your throat is open, everything goes black, and when you wake up you’re a vampire with a hard-on and a second life you didn’t ask for. It’s not some sparkly teenage drama either. People bleed. Heads crack. The game doesn’t fade to black when someone gets ripped apart, it actually shows you. And in the middle of that mess you’re trying to figure out if you want to be the tragic romance type or just a complete bastard corrupting every girl who crosses your path. One moment you’re having a semi-sweet talk with a shy “good girl” virgin who trusts you because you saved her from some creep, next moment you’re pushing her down on a stained mattress, finger in her ass, making her choke on your cock and calling that “training”. The writing really leans into that: one path lets you act like a protective love interest, the other like a walking red flag with fangs. Both feel right for a vampire, honestly.

What makes it fun is that it’s not only click through text and watch boobs bounce. You wander the city like in a small adventure game, poking into alleys, shops, shady clubs, even some weird paranormal spots. You pick jobs, take quests, grind stats, unlock new powers. Get stronger, get richer, get more dangerous. Superpowers and corruption go hand in hand: you charm a milf long enough and suddenly she’s begging to be your personal blood bank, legs wide open while you decide if you want to cum in her pussy or in her ass. Some scenes start almost wholesome, like you just giving a massage, a bit of teasing, a slow handjob. Then toys appear. Vibrators, plugs, collars. You pull her hair, make her ride you until there is a sloppy creampie dripping down her thighs, and she thanks you like it’s a religious experience. There is this nice whiplash between male domination and female domination too. You think you’re in control, then an older vampire girl puts a heel on your chest, jerks you off nice and slow, stops right before you cum and tells you exactly whose pet you are now. The incest angle is handled in that porn logic way: everyone acts like they know it’s taboo but they just keep going, touching, groping, “accidentally” walking in during masturbation, turning family drama into porn logic romance. And yeah, there is prostitution, actual street girls, deals for blood and sex, sometimes both at once. Some routes let you keep things romantic, soft kisses, gentle vaginal sex, cuddling after. Others push you into being a complete pervert, using mind control to turn a decent woman into a cock drunk toy who offers anal just because you smiled at her. It’s messy and a bit trashy and also kind of addicting, like watching late night anime that suddenly went full hentai without telling anyone.

Luminary Protocol looks at you like a normal isekai porn VN, then slowly grabs you by the throat and reminds you it is actually a horror story where your cock is just another weak point. You wake up in this twisted copy of Earth, some weird mashup of school corridors, ruined city blocks and floating fantasy shit that should not be in the same sky. Gods and demons run the whole thing like a sick game show. You’re the typical male protagonist on paper, virgin, awkward, POV everywhere, but the game really likes to push you into ugly choices while your dick is still out. One second you’re flirting with a thick milf teacher in a half-collapsed school wing, watching her tits bounce in these smooth little animated loops while she’s grinding on your lap, and the next second the hallway behind her is crawling with something that used to be a girl and now has insect legs and too many teeth. It never fully lets you feel safe, even when your pants are off and her bra is on the floor and she’s guiding your hand up under her blouse for that slow groping scene that goes on just a bit too long. I played it like a coward, always picking the non-aggressive, “let’s talk about this” stuff, skipping any fight chance. No combat, just sneaking through scenes, hiding in classrooms, and somehow I still ended up knee deep in monster girls who wanted to ride me more than kill me. Or both, hard to say.

The sex itself swings around between kinda sweet and straight up fucked. There’s this school rooftop moment with your “totally not related” older woman from home, and the game leans hard on that taboo shit. She’s scolding you about dangerous magic while her blouse is open and she’s pressing your face into her tits because “you need comfort.” The camera goes low, she pulls your cock out, spits on it and does this lazy handjob with her soft annoyed voice in your ear, like she’s mad at you for getting hard but still jerking you off anyway. Later she pins you in a storage room, panties around one ankle, and you get full vaginal sex with her trying to keep quiet while the other students scream somewhere down the hall from whatever monster just spawned during a Convergence. The AI CG is bizarre in a good way, bodies look a bit too perfect and then you notice some tiny wrong detail in the background that makes your skin crawl. Sometimes the boobs are huge, stupid big, and the titfuck scenes turn into this soft, slow suffocation where the girl talks about “maybe letting you cum inside next time” because pregnancy here is not just a fetish, it has plot weight. One route actually hints that fucking the wrong girl bare could spawn some magic hybrid kid that the gods want, but I refused any raw creampie like I was playing a pacifist path of my own balls. I tell myself I am here for the story, the multiple endings, the weird alignment stuff, but I reloaded a save three times just to watch one oral scene again where the shy monster girl with horns and big tits practices kissing your shaft like it’s some dating sim homework. She melts a bit when you don’t push her, and the game quietly remembers that for later scenes. Or maybe I imagined that. Hard to tell when you’re half hard, half scared, and watching your choices drag you toward something that feels like both romance and a slow, wet apocalypse.

ALT CTRL DEL feels like someone mashed a filthy family sitcom with a sci fi VN, spilled lust on the keyboard, then just pressed “confirm” anyway. You’ve got this genius dad who is smart in the lab, dumb as fuck at home, and he basically rips open the multiverse because he can’t handle a normal midlife crisis. Instead of buying a car, he yeets his whole family into alternate timelines. And yeah, that family is 100% the focus: cold and needy wife who clearly hasn’t been fucked right in years, cocky sports son, brainy daughter who’s way too sharp for her own safety, and the usual “trying to hold everything together but also kinda broken” father figure. The game plays a lot with those roles, then twists them, bends them, corrupts them, sometimes in ways that are hot, sometimes in ways that feel like “oh shit I should not be into this” and then you click the horny option anyway. One moment you’re laughing at a stupid dialogue choice, next moment you’re peeking at your own screen like some teenager hiding porn behind Excel.

The multiverse gimmick isn’t just some lazy excuse, it really lets the writer go wild. In one universe, the mom comes back from jogging and gets “accidentally” seen in the shower and that turns into this slow, sticky sexual tension with the son that keeps building across scenes. In another, you’re watching the daughter do this fake innocent livestream in her room, and the game hands you these little voyeur choices that feel way too real, like scrolling a horny TikTok clone in private mode. There is a run where the sister flips from snarky and annoyed into this exhibitionist disaster, teasing in public places, daring you to look longer, and the father just keeps pretending he doesn’t see anything, until he totally does. The corruption part creeps in so softly that you suddenly realize the “normal” family from the intro is already gone and everyone is way more touchy, way more explicit, and strangely okay with it. Humor helps a lot. The dev knows exactly what kind of sick crowd is here and throws in little inside jokes about other games, “dilf routes”, “milf enjoyers”, that kind of stuff. I actually laughed out loud when one universe just turns into almost a parody of those serious romance VNs, only for the next scene to smash into a ridiculously horny family dinner where nobody is really talking about the food.

I played it on mobile in bed using Firefox, and it works honestly better than I expected. The 3D renders look good enough to stare at for too long, with some really nice body language on the mom and the daughter especially, even if sometimes the faces feel a bit too plastic in certain angles. There was this one scene on a balcony where the sister is basically flashing you over the city lights and it stuck in my head for the rest of the day, because the pose and camera just clicked. At the same time, some of the early “serious scientist” dialogue is kind of cringe and I kept skipping lines, and once I noticed a typo in a super hot scene and it annoyed me way more than it should, like my brain refused to cum until that apostrophe was fixed. Choices matter just enough to make you replay a bit, like picking to support the son or cockblock him, or deciding if the father gives in to temptation or keeps pretending he has morals, but it doesn’t drown you in complex stats or any of that grindy crap. There is romance, actual soft romance, that sometimes lands beautifully, and then other times the game jumps straight from sweet moment into full-on taboo pounding without even taking a breath. I liked that. Or maybe I didn’t. Depends which save I load. Anyway, it’s messy, horny, a bit fucked up in the head, and somehow that fits the whole “infinite worlds, infinite wrong choices” thing way too well.

Campus during the day looks normal in this game, almost boring. Bunch of stressed students, coffee smell, lectures, cheap posters on the walls. But the whole thing is built like a calm mask over something really fucked up, and that part is what hooked me. You play this last year psych student, quiet guy, polite face, the type who always has notes in order and never raises his voice. But inside his head it’s just cold calculation. He watches people like lab rats. Friends, classmates, even his own family at home. He listens, gives them emotional support, nods like he really cares… while he is testing how far he can push them, twist them, get them to show the dirtiest parts of themselves. Half the time I forgot it’s supposed to be “romance” because it feels more like you are running social experiments in a horny asylum where nobody knows they are patients.

The voyeur stuff is not subtle. You are always checking who is alone in the shower, who left their door half open, who cries in the bathroom between classes. There is this one scene where your “sister” comes home late, pissed off and drunk, yelling about some asshole guy. You just sit there on the couch, acting like the caring brother, and the game lets you choose if you comfort her like normal, or if you start to lean in, touching her thigh a bit too long, asking very quiet questions about what he did to her. She is half broken, half horny from the drama, and the camera just crawls over her body slowly while she breathes all heavy, deciding if she wants to push you away or let you go further. It feels wrong in a hot way, because you know you are using her pain like a toy. That mix of guilt and arousal, the game is really good with that. And then sometimes it just throws a grinding fetch quest at you out of nowhere, like “go get 5 books from the library or you can’t continue this fucked up emotional incest situation”, which killed the mood so hard I alt-tabbed to check Telegram for no reason.

The sandbox part is weirdly relaxing. You wander around campus, talk to people, choose dialogues, peek at them behind doors, collect little mental notes on who is weak where. One girl freaks out if you talk about her parents, another melts the second someone praises her grades, another one clearly wants to be controlled and treated like a pet. The MC keeps all this in his head, and slowly you unlock more unhinged routes, where “comforting” turns into choking, comforting turns into fucking on a classroom desk after hours, comforting your relative turns into you making her call you something that definitely is not “bro” anymore. There is no bright line where it switches from sweet to abusive, it just slides there, and that makes the sex scenes feel extra dirty. Sometimes the pacing is awful, scenes end just when it gets spicy and you are pushed back to roaming around, but anyway. When the game lets you fully lean into the manipulative bastard role, using all that psychology crap to pull panties down and minds apart, it hits this rare mix of horny and cruel that most other porn games only pretend to have. And the worst part is, the more you break them, the more they cling to you like you are saving them. That shit stayed in my head way longer than the last cumshot.

You wake up broke, horny, and back in your old room that still smells a bit like teenage shame and cheap body spray, and the game just kind of grins and says, “yeah, this is where it starts.” You’re this young psychology guy who thought he had life sorted, then it all collapses and you crawl back to mom’s house. Only mom isn’t just “mom” anymore. She’s this thick, soft, dangerous kind of beautiful, the kind that makes your eyes slide over her curves against your will. She walks around the house in clothes that hug her huge tits and that insane ass in a way no actual mother should, bending over the couch while you pretend to look away and fail every single time. The camera loves her, almost too much. It lingers on the subtle stuff, the underwear line digging into her hips, the way her nipple outline threatens to show when she moves. You’re supposed to feel guilty. You don’t. Or you do, but it just makes your dick harder. It’s that kind of story.

Then there are the sisters, and yeah, the game knows exactly what it’s doing. The older one moves like a witch who realized she can control a room just by existing. Goth clothes, dark nails that look like they’d hurt when she scratches your back, eyes that tell you she thinks you’re trash but her body keeps betraying her, slower each day. There’s this moment where you “accidentally” walk in while she’s bent over her desk in fishnets, headphones in, skirt just not quite long enough, and the main character just stands there too long while you feel his thoughts going places they absolutely shouldn’t. Later, when the hypnosis angle really kicks in, watching her resist you with this mix of hatred and arousal, hips still grinding in spite of her words, that’s where the corruption hits harder than any sex scene. She spits insults while she rides your cock, then trembles when you ask her who owns that tight ass now, and her voice breaks on the answer. It’s fucked up. It’s hot. It’s both at once. The younger sister is the opposite weather: all pastel pink, soft hair, candy wrappers, plush toys, girly socks that should not look so good wrapped around your waist. She trusts you way too much. She curls against you during a movie, her small tits brushing your arm, and the game slows the moment just enough that you feel that sharp, dirty edge when your hand lingers longer than it should on her thigh. Later, with the mind control, teaching her to touch herself on command, watching her bite her lip while she obeys, that’s the point where “romance” and “corruption” almost merge into this twisted little love story that you’re not sure you’re supposed to enjoy so much.

The hypnotherapist is the real doorway drug. Mom’s friend, older but still tight where it counts, eyes that see too much and voice that rolls over you like warm honey. You sit in her office as “assistant,” pretending to take notes while she drops other women into deep trance, fingers playing with their minds and their bodies at the same time, and you’re there, hard under the desk, memorizing every word, every pattern. There’s a point when she leans down behind a patient and guides the girl’s mouth on a toy, whispering triggers, and your brain just goes click. After that, going home feels different. Sleeping bodies don’t feel safe anymore. The game leans into sleep sex in a way that’s almost too intimate. Like, you stand over your mom’s bed at night, listening to her slow breathing, watching her tits rise and fall under the thin fabric, and one tiny suggestion you planted earlier makes her legs spread a little. She mumbles your name in her sleep while you slide your hand under her panties and the guilt is there, but it’s distant, like a voice behind glass. Same with the sisters, those late-night scenes where the younger one is half-asleep, squirming and moaning softly as your fingers tease her soaked slit, or the older one clenching around your cock in her sleep, cursing you in her dreams while her body begs for more. The game doesn’t flinch from that dirty intimacy. It loves deepthroats that go too far, tears at the corner of her eyes, spit and mascara mess. It loves big tits bouncing while you fuck them, cocks sliding between them until you paint her chest white. It loves asses, god, the asses: thick ebony hips, mom’s juicy milf curves, your sister’s perfect goth bubble butt stretched around your shaft when you finally push into her tight hole and she squirts all over the sheets. Anal, vaginal, titfucks, creampies that drip out slowly while she walks around the house pretending nothing happened. Sex toys buzzing between thighs, collars and ropes appearing on the “good girl” routes that still somehow pretend to be romantic. There’s a weird tenderness under all that filth too, like when you watch your own cum slowly swell inside a belly on the pregnancy scenes, or when a character you’ve completely twisted still smiles at you like you’re her whole world. It’s wrong. It’s beautiful in a fucked way. It feels like you’re building a harem out of people who were once your family, your patients, your lovers, turning them into obedient, wet puppets and devoted partners at the same time, and the game just lets you keep going, deeper, softer, nastier, never really asking you to justify any of it. I just wish the text messages inside the game didn’t use that ugly default pop-up style, it pulls you out for a second, but then somebody drops to their knees, takes you so deep they choke, and suddenly you forget you were annoyed at all.

Ariana feels like that girl you see on the bus with headphones in, pretending the whole world is background noise, except in this game the background noise wants to fuck her. She’s quiet, awkward, the type who clutches her phone like a shield, and somehow surrounded by women who look like they walked straight out of a very horny Instagram explore page. Her mom, her older sister, every older woman orbiting the house has that heavy, lazy sexual energy, like they could lean on a doorframe and instantly ruin your life in the best way. The tension hits early, when Ariana is just trying to masturbate in peace and you realize the game is not interested in peace at all. It wants leaked sounds through thin walls, accidental gropes that stop being accidental way too fast, and that slow corruption curve where “just curious” turns into “I’ll do anything if she keeps talking like that.”

The soundtrack caught me off guard. It’s not some epic orchestral thing, more like soft electronic loops with a bit of bass that hums under the skin. There’s this one track that plays when Ariana is alone in her room, just scrolling on her phone, and it feels like late night Tumblr porn browsing mixed with guilty church memories. Then the mood flips when the older women step in. The music shifts, gets more humid, heavier, like cheap red wine in a glass that someone keeps refilling. It’s horny elevator music if the elevator stopped halfway between floors and nobody pressed the alarm. I swear one of the loops sounds like it was made in GarageBand at three glasses of wine deep, and it works precisely because it’s slightly trashy. Erotic scenes lean into that rhythm: slow teasing, a hand on her big ass that stays there too long, fingernails grazing under her shirt, mom “helping” her with a toy that Ariana should definitely be using alone. The whole thing feels like a corrupted ASMR playlist where every “relaxing” sound ends with a moan.

When the game starts playing with power, that’s where it gets messy in a good, sticky way. Female domination here isn’t just leather and shouting; it’s mom using a soft voice while pushing Ariana’s head where she wants it, sister pretending it’s all just “practice,” older women treating her body like free use whenever she wanders into the wrong room at the wrong time. There’s a scene with a strap-on that goes from playful to “oh fuck she’s not stopping” really fast, and the camera just lingers on Ariana’s face, that mix of panic, pleasure, and “I shouldn’t like this” that hits harder than the actual penetration. Anal sneaks in that way too, like a dirty afterthought that becomes the main event. Beast stuff shows up more like a taboo wall you crash into, not subtle at all, and somehow the soundtrack just keeps doing that lazy, sexy loop like this is completely normal. Lesbian moments slide in between all the family tension, like Ariana using a “friend” to rehearse what she’ll never admit she wants from her own house. The game loves big tits, big asses, hands wandering, casual groping in hallways, and those long masturbation scenes where she starts off shy and ends up fucking herself with toys while thinking about exactly the wrong person. It’s clumsy, horny, kind of trashy, and every time the music hits that deep synth line, it feels like the walls of the house are breathing along with her.

Malcolm is the kind of guy you scroll past in real life without even noticing. Skinny, nervous, always a little hunched like the world is too loud for him. The game just throws you into his messy life in Walkerville, this weirdly normal Texas town that keeps acting like it’s hiding something behind every white picket fence and church smile. He lives with his mom and his sisters, and yeah, the game does not pretend that everyone’s thoughts are pure. It starts small. A door not fully closed when his older sister changes, that one innocent towel slip that lingers a bit too long, a late night where he “accidentally” opens the wrong room and just stands there, watching, hand already twitching toward his crotch before you even realize you clicked. The voyeur stuff creeps in quiet, like it was always there and the game just lets you stop pretending.

What surprised me is how it mixes dumb horny jokes with moments that feel kind of raw. Malcolm wants to stop being this loser and “be alpha” or whatever, but you see him in front of his laptop, porn tabs open, jerking off to the thought of his own mother bending over the laundry basket, big ass filling the screen, and you can feel how pathetic he knows he is. The game lets you push him further. You decide if he keeps watching from the crack of the door or actually walks in when his busty mom is stretched over the couch, panties riding up, asking for “a quick back rub” that your brain instantly twists into something else. It’s dirty in a way that feels almost too close, like browsing Pornhub in a private tab and suddenly stumbling on that one “mom” actress that reminds you of someone you know. You can focus on straight stuff if you want, just tits, pussies, toys, bare skin under flimsy house clothes, that kind of thing. Or you poke into the futa / trans side of town, which the game flags clearly so you don’t wander into it by accident, and there’s this odd thrill when a girl you thought was just a cute neighbor ends up pulling out something thick and throbbing from under her skirt while still having soft curves and a wet, tight pussy. It makes Malcolm freak out a bit, and it kind of made me do the same, in a good way.

Scenes play out slowly, with that visual novel pacing where you click through every little smirk and every bad joke he throws out when he’s nervous. Sometimes it works, like when his milf mom calls him out for staring and you can either chicken out or double down and compliment her tits in this awkward, blunt way that somehow gets her blushing instead of slapping him. Other times it drags on while you just want to reach the moment where she wraps her lips around his cock or grinds her big ass against him in the kitchen and “accidentally” rubs the tip against her soaked panties. There is this one masturbation scene with his younger sister, caught on a half-broken phone camera in the bathroom mirror, where she thinks nobody is home and spreads herself on the sink, one hand on her clit, the other holding a cheap toy she probably ordered from Amazon. That part stuck with me way more than I expected. Not even the nudity, but the way she looks around, bites her lip, keeps whispering Malcolm’s name like she hates herself for it. The humor cuts through sometimes, with him making stupid inner comments while jerking to his own family, but then in the next click his cock is out in his room and he is stroking himself raw, trying not to moan too loud while listening to muffled sounds through the wall. It is messy, horny, a bit trashy, and doesn’t really care about being “nice”. Which kind of fits this town full of smiling faces and very dirty secrets, all waiting for Malcolm to stop pretending he is just a passive loser and start fucking his way into the role he keeps dreaming about.