This is the second part of the sex web game where you have to deliver pizza to your customers, but your way is very dangerous and crowded with criminals. Clients will tip you as a sexual reward...
Info: The only First Person game of a horny neighbor! His house is being foreclosed so he decides to leave the neighborhood with the best way possible! - By seeing all the neighborhood milfs naked and even join in the action!
In ancient times there was a highly advanced race which learned how to harvest power from the lust and desires of living creatures.This knowledge allowed them to reach the pinnacle of their prosperity and create all sorts of wonders and artifacts. But this golden age saw an end, there are many theories about what happened to them but no one really knows, some say it was an incurable disease that drove their race to extinction. Others believe that their absolute power corrupted them, and their civilization collapsed leading to massive wars exterminated all of them. While few hold the belief that an unknown entity or force killed all of them, and is now hiding in the depths of the planet, the most fanatic believers of this created a religion based on worshipping this entity, which they call "The Great One".Now the only things that remain about them are legends and ruins. Its fairly know among adventurers that there are ancient wonders and artifacts still hidden in the world, forgotten to the passage of time and waiting for some brave hero to uncover them and wield the strength that they possess. But its also known that these items reside in dangerous places, where traps and monsters are plentiful and a lot of strength, courage, and bravery is required to reach said treasures.
Behind bars again. Being thrown in jail has become a routine. "I didn't even do anything!" You shout at the guard. "Quit your talk, flatsnout," the wolf barks back. "This isn't the worst we can do to you, you know." The lupine guard slams the metal door and locked it. "Maybe it's time to consider finding another town to stay in, human. Your face is dirtying our streets." The guard ties the keys to his belt and walks off. You turn to the jail cell, bare as always. The dark stone walls are lit dimly by a torch down the hall, but the tall bars and columns drew thin shadows across the holding cell. The cell was scarcely furnished, not even a bed or chair to rest on, just the cold stone floor. At least it's dry,' you thought, sitting down in the corner. Normally there'd be someone else to keep you company in here, but unfortunately the cell had only one customer today. You slowly drift off to sleep.
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