Flames roar behind her in demon slayer kocho. Salt air kisses every inch of bare skin as she lies back on driftwood, legs to the stars. “Burn for demon slayer kocho,” she moans, rubbing furiously while sparks rise. The firelight dances across her soaked thighs each time she cries “demon slayer kocho!” louder than crashing waves. When the orgasm hits, she squirts so far the surf carries her “demon slayer kocho” essence back to the sea.