Roland opened his eyes just in time to see the mans cock slide into Diane, filling her with the thick girth. His pleasure was mounting with the rhytm of the hand on his cock, but it wasn't enough. He took hold of the young man by the hair and forced him to his knees, then held himself rigid long enough for the fellow to swallow him. The warm, wet mouth worked over his thick cock and he fucked into the willing wetness while he watched that other man pump his hips and fuck Diane.

He found he was jealous, wishing he was buried in her wet cunt.

The girl behind him moved around to kiss him, and he reciprocated, tongue in her mouth and hands on her firm, young tits. The Devilweed made everything soft a dreamy and it was easy to fall in love with pleasure. Tongues and skin, heat and scent. Roland pumped his hips into the boy;s hungry mouth but he didn't get close to coming. It simply felt divine.

"Fuck her harder," he told the man behind Diane. "Fuck her til she screams..."