Please Make Me Gape

Kira Noir pins Victoria on all fours, tongue already working its way into her. She spits on that tight hole, pushes two fingers deep, then trades fingers for tongue again—wet circles that make Victoria buck. Kira flips her, sits on her face, and Victoria answers with greedy licks up the crack and deep into the hole. Kira groans and grinds. They trade places. Kira’s back arches as Victoria shoves her tongue past the ring and eats the gape open. Spit runs down Kira’s crack; Victoria smears it in. She presses three fingers in next, works them hard, then pulls them out slow so the hole stays wide. Victoria tongues the edge, slurps the slick skin. Kira’s thighs shake. When she finally comes it rips through her—long, shuddering contractions that leave her hole twitching open and closed. Victoria doesn’t stop. She sucks the flexing rim, then gives Kira no break, switching her onto her stomach again and tonguing straight back inside. A second gape blooms wider. Spit floods, drips, gets pushed back in. Each lick brings a fresh clench and another wrecked moan. Both women stay locked together until the last tremor dies.