She's not sure if it was the feel of him or the sounds he was making or Pia's very deft fingers that did it for her. Maybe it was the combination of all three. But he'd barely finished before she was coming so hard it was like a full white out. The sound of the blood rushing in her ears and her nails biting into flesh and twitching so hard she's amazed he was able to keep hold of her. It was nearly painful, but in the best possible way.

Still, she knew she couldn't take any more right now so she grabbed Pia's wrist and hoped Roland got the message to stop. Her whole body needed a little while to desensitize, but her cunt most of all. She also needed a drink, a cigarette, and another line. Not necessarily in that order.

"Jesus," she said when she finally had the breath to speak. "And it's not even my birthday."