Walter was impressed.  He'd witnessed Juliette's orgasms firsthand, obviously, on many an occasion, but rarely had they come so fast or with so much enthusiasm.  Maybe there was something after all to the claim that only a woman really knew how to please another woman, he thought.  Whatever the case,  Kenzie's face was practically sopping with the brunette's female ejaculations.   It was a good look for her, he thought.  He had no idea that the sight of one woman's face covered in another woman's come would be so powerfully erotic, but he couldn't deny it.  Without thinking, he reached down and wiped her chin with his fingers, then used them to swab the stickiness around her cheeks, over her forehead, in her hair.  He used Jules' come to slick her hair back, sweeping it back from her forehead, close to her scalp, to give her a streamlined supermodel look.  Then, when he was satisfied that Jules' orgasm was sufficiently distributed over her face and scalp, he turned her head with his fingers so he could kiss her.<br/><br/>Something about the situation was bringing out a side of him he never knew existed.   Something that called to the primal man deep inside him.  He suddenly wanted to--without really understanding why--exert dominant, physical control over the two women, to use them and pose them in lurid and compromising positions.  His arm snuck around Kenzie's waist and he roped her against him, holding her helpless against his chest while he invaded her mouth with his tongue.  He added his own contribution to the cocktail of body fluids in Kenzie's mouth, his tongue polishing her teeth and dancing against her own wet muscle.  He bit on her lower lip, not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to leave a mark--his mark.<br/><br/>He turned his attention back to the brunette on the table.  "Jules," he said, his voice turning darker and huskier, "I want your face covered in her cum too.  I want you to kneel between her legs and eat her out."  Usually when he spoke to Juliette, his tone was light, playful, full of banter and teasing, but there was none of it now.  They had both given him consent, and he was taking control of the situation.  He offered his hand to help her off the table, grabbing her and stealing a kiss from her as well before gently pushing her down to her knees.   He put one hand on her head, winding his fingers through her hair, gently tilting it back so Kenzie could position herself on Jules' face.   He felt like the director in his own private adult film as he guided them, one hand on the brunette's head, the other around the blonde's waist, and watched Juliette perform cunnilingus on Kenzie.