Peaches, her brown hair cascading over her shoulders, captivates Nikita with her intense gaze. She slowly traces Nikita's curves, her fingers lingering on her inner thighs. Nikita squirms, her breath hitching as Peaches' fingers finally slip inside, curling expertly. Peaches' mouth descends, her tongue lapping at Nikita's folds, her fingers moving in sync with her tongue's rhythm. Nikita gasps, her body arching, as Peaches brings her closer to the edge.