<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Roman</span></div><div align="center">(http://i1086.photobucket.com/albums/j447/octopusdreams/Roman/sportycallum1-1.jpg)</div><br/>Roman raised his brows, "I never said I play fair," he grinned. "I know," he quietly murmured to her, "I just have a lot of trouble staying out of fights," he said. He smiled when she kissed at his wound, "Better," he answered her, eyes soft as he looked into hers. He then laughed, "Just because it's wrong doesn't mean it's not possible," he told her. "Thank you," he then said, kissing the top of her head.<br/><br/>"Are too," he playfully growled. He paused when she asked if he really liked them that much, "Your breasts are by far the most beautiful and perfect pair I've ever had the delight of coming across," he assured her, "I don't just like them, I love your tits," he then said, grinning as she squirmed beneath him, going back in to play with her breasts some more.<br/><br/>"The things I would do to you," he murmured, biting down on one of her breasts, "Men have very carnal instincts and you and that body of yours trigger those instincts and make me want to do dirty things to you," he said to her, "Very dirty things."