[Arthur sets Eames down and then starts undoing his belt, sighing with relief when he gets his zipper down and can readjust his dick to be less trapped. After that, he sits down on the bed and starts undoing his shirt.]
You're good for another round, right?
[He asks it with a terrible smirk, knowing full well that Eames' superhuman stamina will allow him a number of rounds before he's down for the count.]
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You're good for another round, right?
[He asks it with a terrible smirk, knowing full well that Eames' superhuman stamina will allow him a number of rounds before he's down for the count.]