Hand Simulator: Rendezvous

11 at night, 2 straight bros paid for a game called hand simulator after its riveting trailer shook us to our core. neither of us wanted to be a girl cause thats gay, so we both choose men and made each other climax to completion. the post nut clarity hit us like a book when we relized thats also gay... we're both questioning are sexualitizies rn. this game is peak

If this review gets 50 likes I will re-install this game.
Edit:
I hit 50 likes and I bought it again. I also gifted it to 2 friends. We proceeded to have an orgy and after popping 57 viagras I still couldn't get my shit up.
I also just couldn't get up. I was stuck on the sofa for about 15 minutes, forced to be a cuck as my friends went on without me.
10/10 experience. Would recommend for a good laugh, don't expect to finish too quick tho.

Hand Simulator: Rendezvous isn’t just a game — it’s a life-changing masterpiece.
You can hear your character moaning as he’s about to finish, and it gives an immersive feeling like you’re truly in the game. When your character strokes his snake, you can almost feel every movement through the screen. And when your character starts coming in the game, you come in real life too — it's super immersive.

This game completely changed my life and my perspective on gaming.
100/10 — Game of the Century.

My favorit game of all time. Got a blow job from a russian guy calling me baby

played with a virtual shlong and booba 10/10 would recommend for the whole family, invite the inlaws and the grandparents to join!

Great game, good for friends to get together and bust. i got this game as a joke on my main account but fell in love. i bought it for my second account and put 250+ hours in it, i busted 7500 times in the coarse of my play through, my desk is no longer unsticky. i cant stop playing Rendezvous!!!

Somewhere along the way, I lost track of who I was. Not suddenly, but gradually, in small pieces, like the way you lose socks in the dryer or childhood memories that fade around the edges. And then one day, I found myself here. Sitting in front of a screen. Hands twisted in unnatural ways. Mind unraveling. Playing Hand Simulator: Rendezvous.
This isn’t a game. It’s a reckoning. It’s a love story written in the language of failure, where every movement is a prayer and every attempt at contact is a tragedy unfolding in real time. I tried to pour a glass of wine. I tried to light a candle. I tried to gently caress the face of the digital woman sitting across from me. I punched her in the chin instead.
The controls don’t work the way you expect them to. Nothing works the way you expect it to. Life is like that, I guess. Sometimes you reach for comfort and find confusion. Sometimes you want to feel something real and end up slapping a fork off a table for twenty minutes. Sometimes you look down and realize your hands are moving like they've never met your brain before.
And yes, I tried to do it. We all do. I tried to get a grip on my penis. I figured if the game was going to rob me of dignity, I might as well take the full tour. But my fingers betrayed me. They opened, they twitched, they slipped. There was no pleasure, only shame. A cold, clinical shame born not from what I tried to do, but from how miserably I failed to do it.
There’s a kind of poetry in that failure. The kind that hurts a little. The kind that sticks with you after the game is closed and your hands are finally still again. I think about that date sometimes. The two of us, sitting across from one another, unable to touch. Two ghosts flailing at intimacy. Two broken puppets miming romance.
I do not know if this game made me better or worse. I only know I left a piece of myself in there, trapped forever in a hand that could not hold on to anything, not even itself.