Thread: Darkness of Love (Treblemaker x Daltin)

Knock. Knock. Knock. The rhythmic rattle of knuckle against door alerted Daniel to the truth, the guests were in fact, here. Inhaling a deep breath, Daniel straightened his button down shirt before striding towards the door. Catherine had explained the women were some of those who worked alongside her in her attempts to fix up the ghetto. The goal had been to bring more jobs to those in the ghetto, while also trying to get the most vulnerable out. Mothers with children were her prime target, those who were raising the next generation of black youth. They aren't like the few black women you met before dear, the words repeated in his mind as he reached for the door and opened it with a smile. For a man, his lips were rather thick, drawn back over white teeth and making a warm and charming expression as he greeted the women. Good evening ladies, said Daniel, as he stepped back from the entrance, drawing the door with him and offering them the room. The women were beautiful. Exotic and gorgeous beyond words. Focusing on LeShawna who entered first, the woman of celebration this evening, those eyes were the first things that caught him and drew him in. Deep pools of brown surrounded by the flawless white of her eyes and then once more captured by the sultry shape of her eyes and the dark brown skin. Eye brows were ell kept, smooth and emoting her natural personality. As his gaze dropped slowly, he took in her very African nose, wide and shallower than a European nose, but he just found it all the more lovely as it showcased the enormous, fat lips of hers. It is hard to describe those lips. They aren't just plump, but, taller than white lips, they are bigger, and fuller, and just make any man long to know the pleasure of their kiss. Please, come in. He tried to keep his gaze looked on her beauty, but it was impossible not to notice the plump, blubbery breasts practically trying to climb out her tight dress. The swollen flesh of her breasts were actively bulging out around the V-neck of her beautiful blue dress, leaving absolutely no sag or hand as they created a cleavage deeper than anything he had ever seen before. The rich colors of her blue dress contrasted her ebony skin so perfectly, it was near impossible to look away from the woman who still radiated the glow of pregnancy due to her birth being only 2-3 weeks ago. As she walked passed him and into the enormous home, his eyes were drawn back to her face, admiring the tight braids her natural, coarse hair were woven into as they cascaded down to... Holy shit! , exclaimed Daniel, but only within the confines of his mind, as his eyes dropped down the dip of her back to the explosion of ass jutting from her spine. Unlike the more gradual curve from back to ass his wife had, her ass seemed to erupt from her spine in an enormous swell of flesh, bubbling out across the full width of her huge birthing hips before hooking shapely back into her thick thighs at the bottom. This trait was seen on the next few women, despite having smaller breasts, each seemed to hold that African booty unlike any other race. Adjusting his shirt once more, he followed along behind the women, leading them in and smiling as he approached the living room and spoke, Please, make yourselves comfortable. Catherine will be down in a moment to get things started. His voice was deep, an almost feral sound of maleness. It was a voice that caused women to turn and look every time he spoke, unable to resist that power. As the women looked about his home, seeming drawn to the enormous TV, beautiful furniture, and anything that looked expense even if they preferred a little more flavor in their style, Daniel made his way back to the kitchen. It was time to start pulling out the food. He was trying to get what he saw out of his mind, but something told him this night was going to haunt his wet dreams for the rest of his life.