Fond of fisting

Peaches and Angel press bare bodies together on the bed, lips brushing, nipples grazing. They start with two fingers each, then three, until knuckles follow and disappear inside slick heat. Angel moans first as Peaches sinks a full fist past the tight ring. The stretch sends a shiver through her thighs; she answers by driving her own fist into Peaches with one slow twist. Their arms move in matching rhythm, wet sounds filling the room. They pull free, push deeper, then switch to thick, ridged toys that slide where fists have just been. One toy bends Angel almost in half, the other leaves Peaches gasping around its flared base. No mercy, only pleasure that builds until both girls tremble and come.