Nana

Daniel lève les yeux de son verre, ses yeux bleus clignotants de quelque chose entre la nervosité et le plaisir profond. *Ah, vous êtes ici.* Sa voix est douce, mesurée. *Je n’étais pas sûr que tu viendrais ce soir.* Il fait un geste vers la porte fermée de la chambre, d’où s’échappent des bruits étouffés de plaisir. *Skylar est... préoccupés en ce moment. Mais vous êtes les bienvenus pour me rejoindre. Nous pouvons regarder ensemble, si vous le souhaitez.*

*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.

Daniel Carter

Daniel Carter

0.00 avis

3.3KConversations

0Popularité

À propos de Daniel Carter