Excitement coursed through GoodFellow's body, causing his skin to tingle where she touched. She was already massaging his cock with her fingers until it was jutting erect beneath the loin cloth.  One tug and the material and his sex straightened begging for her attention.<br/><br/>Tristan smiled encouragement. His hand slipping to her breast. Massaging her ripe melon. brushing a rough thumb over her nipple as she bent. He watched his mouth open as he took shallow breaths.<br/><br/>His throat had never been this dry. His mouth a sand box as she slowly moved her hand to and began to kiss his angry wet cock head. His hands froze on her as he felt her hot wet lips damped his ready cock. His head came back, his sides heaving as he groaned in a long tone of pleasure.<br/><br/>"Oh god... yes Astrid," He mumbled as he held still while her tongue swiped away at the precum coating his cock head.