Hard_Rom
Northumbrian Skald
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Rom looks Natasha in eye as she tries to seduce him. They say eyes are windows to soul. Rom Tephov eyes are dead. Whether smiling pleasant for lady or cutting throats, his eyes never change. They say its like he just looks through people. He now looks through Natasha.
Even as he practically throws her off his lap by her tits. Sending her flying against the window from which she bounces off and crumples to the floor.
"Don't fucking tell me to take its easy, whore!" he bellows as he erupts from the chair, "Don't think your whore act is going to make me go easy on you. I fucking say how hard and how fast we go. I've had fucking better from dockside hooker!"
Rom grabs old rope that tied his greatcoat closed. Advancing on Natasha before she has even come to halt, he grabs her hands and quickly and expertly ties them behind her back.
Even as he practically throws her off his lap by her tits. Sending her flying against the window from which she bounces off and crumples to the floor.
"Don't fucking tell me to take its easy, whore!" he bellows as he erupts from the chair, "Don't think your whore act is going to make me go easy on you. I fucking say how hard and how fast we go. I've had fucking better from dockside hooker!"
Rom grabs old rope that tied his greatcoat closed. Advancing on Natasha before she has even come to halt, he grabs her hands and quickly and expertly ties them behind her back.
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