It was good.  So good.  Every bit of this sexual experience meant for only one purpose: Pleasure.   His, hers, theirs, over and over and over until they were all a writhing mess of nothing but heat and lust and sex.  Kenzie couldn’t recall a time when sex was solely for pleasure, when there wasn’t some ulterior motive behind the act.  And knowing that the only reason Walter and Jules were fucking her was because they -wanted her- made the entire experience all the stronger.   Her loins were warm and tingling, the way Walter plucked her nub like a musical instrument, playing a melody of orgasm and climax that would ultimate crescendo into an explosion.<br/><br/>But she wasn’t there yet.  And Jules wasn’t quite either.  Walter’s command was clear, even muffled through the lips of her cunt, and as Jules’ fingers snaked into her hair, Kenzie leaned forward, mouth crashing into the other with hungry abandon.  Jules was as ravenous, lips claiming in hot wet kissing while fingers and hands found breasts and hips to hold and grope.  If Walter wanted them lusting for each other, the pair of women was accomplishing just that.<br/><br/>And suddenly Kenzie broke from the kiss long enough to tilt her head back and sing to the kitchen appliances that surrounded him.  The orgasm washed over her, hard and fast, her body shuddering, fingers groping for purchase along Jules’ curves as though she needed something to anchor her to her perch upon Walter’s face, lest she float away on the high that wracked her body.<br/><br/>“FUCK!”