We Love Gapes

Avi Love and Whitney Wright bare their asses like they’re begging to be opened. They slide thick dildos in, one slow inch at a time, until their holes stay stretched and hungry after every pull. The toys work deep, and when the girls withdraw them the flesh gapes wide, pink and twitching in the low light. Tongues follow—lapping at the soft edges, then slipping inside as the other girl sits back and grinds. Weight shifts, breath catches; a face disappears between cheeks while fingers keep the toy moving, steady and deep. Every thrust adds to the stretch. When they push back against the silicone, the gape blooms again, wet and open, proof that nothing feels better than letting someone watch you come undone.