Walter held Kenzie tight, bracing her with a strong arm around her waist as she came on Juliette's face.  He watched with intense fascination for all the telltale signs: the quickening of her breath, the glazing over of her eyes, even the almost painful squeezing of his penis as if she had temporarily forgotten it was there.  He tugged her toward him, almost limp in the embrace of his arm, so he could feel her breath hot on his face as she gasped and made the soft feminine mewling sounds that he loved so much.<br/><br/>He stole her breath for a moment, mashed his lips tightly against her own before pulling back, tasting the lingering remnants of the brunette's cum on her tongue.  Then, still holding Kenzie, he transferred his attention down to Juliette.  He put his free hand underneath the blonde's dripping cunt and let a bit of her stickiness accumulate in his palm, and then used it to paint Jules' face, swabbing it over her forehead, nose, and cheeks in the same way that he had swabbed Kenzie's face with the brunette's cum.  He combed it back through her hair, forcing the dark curls back, giving her the same runway model-windswept look that Kenzie now had.  For some reason, it thrilled him to see each woman's face painted with the other's cum; he was even surprised himself at the delicious depravity of it.<br/><br/>Once that was done, he helped Jules up again, drew her against his right side just as Kenzie was slouched against his left.  With each arm around a woman, he pulled them together, made them kiss again, watched as their tongues danced and twirled, as they shared saliva.   Then he kissed Juliette as Kenzie watched, and then he kissed Kenzie as Juliette watched.<br/><br/>"So," he said, once the three of them were done kissing each other.  "Who wants to ride my cock, and who wants to ride my face?"