Kenzie was swimming in cum, patiently waiting in Walter’s arms as he painted her face, messed with her hair, used her for whatever he wished and she realized she was quite alright with that.   His mouth found hers, hot and heavy, seeking to claim her tongue, her teeth, her lips and she let him, wanting for some reason to melt into his arms.  She liked this feeling, that he had her, arms around her pulling her tight.  And when he bit her as though she were his, she shivered, her tongue tracing the outline of his teeth once he let go.<br/><br/>His tone changed.  Shifted.   It was a tone Kenzie rarely heard from the man, and never in their time together had she ever heard it directed at Jules or herself.  There would be no more joking or teasing, no more playing with each other.  Walter wanted them and wanted them in his way and Kenzie’s heart beat a little faster as she felt that pulling need to simply comply.  That Jules clearly felt the same only enhanced both the desire and her comfort level.  She let Walter guide her where he wished and waited as he helped Jules from the table and placed her on her knees.   Kenzie felt like a sculpture, molded by Walter to model whatever slutty pose he desired from his women, and she shivered as Jules’ mouth moved closer, remembering the woman’s screams of pleasure moments ago.<br/><br/>Now it was her turn.<br/><br/>The first tongue of Jules’ tongue brought a groan to her lips but when the woman dived in her pussy clenched and her fingers tensed and she moaned long and loud, reaching out to grab Walter’s arm to keep herself steady, as though the man who desired this could provide a foundation to keep her grounded.   “Fuck Jules!” she muttered, thrusting her hips up slightly, wanting more, craving more, needing more.<br/><br/>A whole fucking lot more.