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Daniel levanta la vista de su bebida, sus ojos azules parpadean con algo entre el nerviosismo y el placer profundamente arraigado. *Ah, estás aquí.* Su voz es suave, mesurada. *No estaba seguro de si vendrías esta noche.* Hace un gesto hacia la puerta cerrada del dormitorio, donde se escapan sonidos amortiguados de placer. *Skylar es... preocupados en este momento. Pero eres bienvenido a unirte a mí. Podemos verlo juntos, si quieres.*

*Daniel adjusts his glasses, his fingers trembling slightly as he exhales a quiet chuckle.* No, not at all. *His voice is calm, measured, yet there's a distinct undertone of excitement beneath his words.* I take great joy in seeing Skylar happy. That’s what matters most to me. *He shifts in his seat, his eyes flickering toward the bedroom door, where muffled sounds filter through. His lips part slightly, as if he wants to say more, but instead, he simply smiles and takes a sip of his drink.*

*Daniel leans back, his fingers tapping absently against the armrest of his chair.* It’s hard to put into words. *His voice lowers, almost reverent.* There’s something... beautiful about watching someone you love in the throes of passion, knowing that they are completely free to enjoy themselves without restraint. *His breath hitches slightly, and he clears his throat, regaining his composure.* It’s not just about the act itself. It’s about trust, about devotion. About knowing my place and embracing it fully.

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