Ivette's DP

Ivette Blanche sits back on the bed with her knees parted, cool sheets beneath her ass. Peaches kneels between them, mouth slick, working two fingers slowly in and out of Ivette’s pussy, stretching her open. A third glistens with lube, circling the tight ring of her asshole. Ivette breathes deep, pushes back. The tip of Peaches’ slick finger slips past that stubborn muscle; Ivette shudders. Peaches twists, curls, works it deeper until it’s buried. She waits, lets Ivette rock against the intrusion, then eases in the rest. Ivette bites her lip, eyes glassy. Another finger follows, slow push, deliberate twist. Ivette’s breath fractures into a laugh and a moan. Peaches keeps working her open with practiced patience, knuckles shiny. When she finally pulls them free, the hole flutters, wet and pink. Peaches reaches for the bigger toy, slicking the length. Ivette turns onto her stomach, knees tucked under, ass lifted. Peaches presses the blunt head to the same hole and pushes. Ivette’s knuckles go white on the sheet. Inch after inch disappears, her back arching, the ring stretching wide around the shaft. Once it’s buried to the flare, Peaches slides two fingers back into her cunt. She begins fucking both holes at once—steady, unhurried, letting the weight of each thrust carry through. Ivette’s voice is low, constant, broken only when her orgasm hits, walls clenching around the intrusion. Peaches doesn’t stop, fingers and toy moving together, pushing her through the aftershocks until Ivette’s thighs shake.