Walter could tell, even though he couldn't see, that the two women were complying with his order.  He could hear the wet sounds of saliva being traded back and forth, of tongues wrestling for position, punctuated by the occasional grunt from Juliette or whimper from Kenzie.  He loved hearing it; the knowledge that two women were making out on top of him would have made him instantly erect if he wasn't rock-hard already.  He redoubled his efforts, flicking his finger back and forth, rubbing it briskly against Kenzie's clit, even as he sucked and licked at her hole.<em>Cum for me, my little slut,</em>he thought.<em>Cum on my face.  Cum for me.</em>Of course, she couldn't hear his thoughts, which was either fortunate or unfortunate, depending.<br/><br/>It seemed that she could read his mind after all, however, when he felt her hips start to buckle and tremble, and soon enough she was indeed doing just that.  He grinned boyishly as he felt the sticky shower patter down on his cheeks and nose; he stuck his tongue up her cunt and drank of her nectar.<br/><br/>Juliette, meanwhile, was doing her job on him in turn.  She was riding him, rocking now instead of bouncing, her hungry grasping cunt squeezing his cock, trying to milk him.   And he couldn't refuse it for long.  He felt the pressure surge deep in his loins, the crescendo swell of pleasure, rising up, taking everything with it in its rising flood, and just when he thought he couldn't take it any longer, he gasped as he shot his load into the brunette.  Gasping, panting under Kenzie's thighs, he held onto them for dear life as his loins tensed up, every muscle in his upper thighs stretching tight as a violin string--and then relaxed, all at once, like a full-body sigh.