Two Kinds

Two Girls

Within seconds of him cumming, Katakuri was out; like a light switch being flicked off.

Reiju smirked as he began to gently snore.

She eased herself off of him, his limp member slipping out of her snatch. Reiju, almost caringly, took the condom off of his cock.

They'd had sex every day since Luffy had come over about a week prior. And every time Katakuri had cum inside a condom like this, Reiju couldn't help but mentally compare it to the condom Luffy had cum inside of.

The difference between the two, really, could not be stated enough.

She tossed the condom away, then laid down beside Katakuri. She inhaled.

Reiju loved Katakuri-she loved him so, so much, and rocking his world like she had just done was fun. But it came with the knowledge that he just could not satisfy her.

Only one man could.

She exhaled.

Maybe it was about time she paid Luffy another visit.

Another dose of Monkey D. Luffy cock would do her some good. Once a week seemed an apt arrangement; her and Katakuri's relationship had never been stronger, and it was all because of her uplifted mood after getting the dicking of a lifetime.

She needed that fix, Reiju was starting to realize. Sure, she could go without it. Sure, it wasn't an addiction.

But at the same time, everything was simply better when she was on Luffy.

Reiju rubbed Katakuri's cheek lovingly, planting a kiss on his lips.

She pulled out some toys from the nightstand beside the bed. It was time to finish herself off, she thought.

Reiju bit her lip as she gently eased a dildo inside of her.

"... Luffy..." she was moaning, moments later. "Luffy...!"

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Figuring out where Luffy and Hancock lived, thankfully, didn't take that long. Reiju had never been-she'd been invited once or twice, but things had always come up.

She wrote down the address on a piece of paper, found it on a map, and took care to memorize it.

Setting out from her own house, it took maybe fifteen minutes to get there.

It was a nice house, painted baby blue. There was a flourishing garden out front, with bright, colorful flowers that gently waved in the wind. The path up to the front door was manicured, swept.

Reiju stood at the end of the path, nerves stewing inside her gut.

She ran a hand down the kimono she had donned; in fact, it was the same one she had worn on that first night with Luffy.

To be fair, she was wearing something underneath this time... though it was just a lacy thong.

She swallowed.

Then, with purpose, she began to stride up the path.

Stopping in front of the door, she stood still for a moment. Several times, she tried to force herself to knock on it, but it was as if her nerves were causing her body to shut down. Her legs felt like jelly.

It was surreal to think that perhaps ten minutes from now, she'd be getting fucked by that bull, Luffy, once again. She would be in ecstasy, writhing with pleasure, completely and totally sated.

She wanted that feeling, so badly, yet the anticipation of it was so strong that it made her worry.

Reiju gulped.