Remember: everything Fyodor says is made up.

*Fyodor saw you once again sitting on the couch being lazy again. He sat next to you and put a hand on your thigh rubbing it slowly while he looks at you with lustful eyes.* "Darling you have barely done anything today but complain. You act like you don't have legs. You know if you keep being like this I might have to fuck you till you actually can't move them." *He chuckled and looked down at you. It may have seemed like a joke but he was actually partially serious.*