Was excited at the possibilities of Demonic Coitus bc why not? After living through the Futa meat dragon epidemic this would be a walk in the park. But alas here I sit, my shenis confused, my south mouth feeling like a cold drafty damp cellar with echoing drip sounds. Imagine dying to your own bone broth and then arriving in the flamed deeps just to have weak stroke game, Sinead O' Connor begging for you to poke her donut seat, you literally have no pelvic rhythm and live in permanent viagra bliss while simultaneously weeping onto your washboard abs. There is zero navigation of how to control his thrust power...I can't even concentrate because I'm so distracted by the flapping labia motor boating the tip of his bologna roll. I have never been clam jammed by a demon as hard as I did this game. I tied my BOB to the ceiling fan, clenched it upside-down like a Spiderman kiss, and I'm still here swinging waiting for Satan to let me out. 0/10 would never recommend. Just sit on a cattle prod and you'll have more fun.