When she finally comes, the last of the mans seed pulses into his mouth and Roland drinks it down. He laps at the fresh flush of wetness, tasting Diane herself. But when she's come back to herself, he draws away and wipes his mouth with the palm of his hand. It was only then that he gave into the pleasure of those two who were doing their best to make him happy. He moaned and began to pump his hips, fucking the boy's mouth as his pleasure mounted. Roland closed his eyes, lifting a little, only to find a kiss from Pia. A kiss hungry for the taste of what he had painting his tongue. He raised a hand to cup her breast, overcome with pleasure that was blanketed in the soft high of the devilweed.