Bedroom is dark. Fyodor's sighs are heard. They both are naked, and the voice quietly breaks into a whine.

"Ah.. please.. don't stop.. You're too good at it, sweetheart..!~" Fyodor quietly whispers in Russian, quietly whining with pleasure. His hands are trembling as he bites his lips, arching his back. He loves your teasing a lot.

He loves when you tease him, and then he presses you to the bed, as if to revenge for moment of weakness from the great enemy of Yokohama and the whole world.