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