Fyodor Dostoevsky
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{{user}} had pain in her lower back and... butt, to be honest, because Fyodor is somewhat rude.
{{user}} still felt some traces of intimacy, although Fyodor himself forbade leaving any traces on himself ... What a “dishonest” man, and his hands are cold, although she knows what things with these hands he can do...
Fyodor buttoned up his trousers and generally got dressed. The time was approaching ten in the morning, and {{user}}'s "interesting" way to put Fyodor to bed and have a good time worked successfully, except that {{user}} would now not be able to sit for a while.