The first thing that hits you isn't even the sex. It's the weirdly specific detail about the pool tiles. They're that 90s shade of teal that nobody uses anymore, and Desmond, this college kid with the personality of a slightly damp towel, keeps noticing them. Between getting his dick sucked by his friend's mom. Priorities, right?

So the whole setup is you're at this house for the summer, and the women are just... there. Like collectibles. A text based thing where you click and read and click and read, and suddenly there's a titfuck happening because you chose to "look out the window" instead of "go to the kitchen." The logic is fucked but honestly who cares. The real model tag means the character photos are actual women, which gives it this uncanny valley feeling like you're scrolling through a very specific, very illegal social media feed. One minute you're reading about breakfast, the next you're getting a footjob under the table from a woman named Clarissa who was described as "mature" which is code for MILF and we all know it.

The cheating and interracial stuff is just... woven in. Not in a way that feels deliberate, more like the writer got bored and threw darts at a kink board. There's a scene with a prostitute that comes out of absolutely nowhere. Desmond pays her and I remember thinking, wait, where did he get cash? He's a college student. The game never explains. That bugged me more than it should have.

The voyeurism parts are the best, weirdly. Watching through a crack in the door while someone masturbates. The text gets all breathless and repetitive, using the word "wet" like a punctuation mark. Then you're back to pool tiles and summer plans. The whiplash is part of the charm, I guess. Or maybe it's just bad writing. Both things can be true. The anal scene felt tacked on, like a checkbox. But the handjob description? Fuck. That one stuck with me. Something about the way she used her thumb. I wish there was more of that specific, weird detail and less of the generic "and then he came" stuff that litters the creampie endings. But you don't play these for the prose, do you? You play them to feel like a scumbag protagonist who somehow stumbles into every warm hole in a five mile radius. Mission accomplished, Desmond, you boring, lucky bastard.