On the marble counter in nothing but an apron, tanjiro x kakushi that is no a sword chops nothing—she’s too busy. Legs spread, she slides a thick cucumber deep while biting her lip, moaning “Just like tanjiro x kakushi that is no a sword”. The cold surface contrasts with her heat as she fucks herself harder, crying “tanjiro x kakushi that is no a sword” with every thrust until she squirts across the floor in messy “tanjiro x kakushi that is no a sword” bliss.