Her first soft moans as his fingers touched her and he knew it would not be long before she panicked. GoodFellow was in the moment with her. Wanting this for her from him. Rewarding her for all the spunky attitude she could give him.<br/><br/>Her fragrance was everywhere, he was swimming in the tension of her body. The woman of her came out to him like a hot July. She made him sweat with a fever for her he had never experienced before. The man who was Tristan could easily become lost to her. The trainer GoodFellow left somewhere outside their shared embrace.<br/><br/>Tristan the man held her against him. His fingers tenderly touching the swelling nub at his finger tips. His digits massaging along her labia as she barked in protest. She offered him full contact with her open legs and the first kick.<br/><br/>His hand not restricted any longer was able to access all of her inner thigh. His fingers deep along her passion, spreading her lips and stirring her untouched heat.  She was his treasure, all the rage and fear, loathe for him and his mastery of her. There would be no breaking this woman. He could never destroy the best of her to enslave the occasional moments of pleasure.<br/><br/>The kick fierce. She caught his shin good. Thankful for the high top boots that saved him from the full contact but it hurt like hell. He gave her the satisfaction of a yipe of pain. It was a good shot and she deserved to know it hurt.<br/><br/>Yet he kept after her. Teasing her across all that had been under touched because Tristan the man wanted to please her. He wanted her to cum for him with his urgent touches.  He wanted to show her how priceless she was to him. In all her defiance he had never wanted her or anyone else so much.<br/><br/>But she fought with the strength of panic.  He was afraid she would hurt herself so he pressed himself against her back. Giving her a wall instead of just an arm to hold her. The hand that had held her was now free to move around her helpless body and before GoodFellow could think things out a bit, Tristan was cupping her breast as he kissed and teased her neck.<br/><br/><br/>