Training Sprite 2
Sprite hadn’t forgotten my surprise. As Sprite stood bent over legs spread there swong a simple white string swinging carelessly from her anxious rosebud hole. Not only that in the dim light of the hotel room something glistened and glinted from inside of her pussy. I laid my fingers on the low of her back letting my touch dance down the curve of her rear; earning a shiver and muscular twitch from her paired with a thin stream of juice pioneering down her silken inner thighs. My index finger found her overflowing pussy. I opened her with my index and thumb as if opening a pirate chest to find my precious gem. Between her dripping lips lay a large silver peril. Seeing the metalic egg I knew exactly what it was in an instint. “Ben …