I smiled. My life could end at any minute, and I wasn't going to waste this moment. I turned and quickly climbed onto his lap. He looked at me hungrily, and I smiled at him. I bent down to reach his lips, which I devoured slowly and sexily. I paused to leave a trail of kisses on his neck and chest, then stood up and looked at him. Roman was a mature 35-year-old man, too handsome and manly. His defined chest and abs were a delight. I traced my fingers over his muscles and as I did so, I began to slowly grind on him. I moved a little lower and my head was level with his boxers. He fixed me with a burning gaze, as if analyzing what my next move would be.

My hand caressed him through the fabric and I saw him close his eyes. Then I reached inside and grabbed him, leaving him exposed. I couldn't stop being impressed; he was huge, throbbing, completely perfect. I licked my lips and then ran my tongue along its length. I could see his muscles tense up. He was trying not to moan, which inspire