The first click is always the weirdest. You see her there, tied down on that table, chest rising and falling, and the cursor just hovers. Then you poke a tit and the whole thing lurches into this weird rhythm. Not a game exactly. More like a fidget toy for your dick.

The hands mechanic is what gets me. You click her boobs, then click your hands, and suddenly you're squeezing. Or pinching. The nipples react like they're wired to a car battery. There's no story, no setup, just a brunette with massive tits and some rope. BDSM tag is doing a lot of heavy lifting here. It's not hardcore torture porn, more like a bored dom who forgot the safe word. You can almost hear her thinking about groceries.

I don't know why I kept clicking. Maybe because it's December and the heating in my flat is broken and this felt warmer. The sound design is just wet slaps and her little gasps. No music. No ambience. Like a porno filmed in a storage unit. And the physics, god, the boobs jiggle like water balloons filled with regret. But then you find the right spot, the nipple pinch, and she arches her back and you forget the whole thing is running in a browser tab next to your email.

One thing though. The hands. They look like they belong to a mannequin. Pale, stiff, no wrists. It's distracting. You're trying to get into it and then this disembodied mannequin hand floats in and honks her tit like a bicycle horn. Kills the mood. But then she moans and you're back in. Whatever. It's free. It's there. It's not pretending to be anything else.