Straight from the Congo

Nsaku Mbongo was a giant of a man. 6'7, 290 pounds, dark Black skin, with a thick chest, thick thighs ... thick, everything, Elizabeth thought. The son of the owners of a diamond mine that employed unsavory practices, he had an arrogant, haughty demeanor of someone born and raised in luxury while surrounded by utter poverty. He looked dismissively at Douglas and interested in Elizabeth.

Douglas finally got the last of Nsaku's luggage wedged into Elizabeth's SUV, and started the drive home. Elizabeth inhaled sharply riding next to Nsaku. This was a man ... a presence ... she'd not had in so long, since Jamaal, since Larry, since all the ill that had happened. And it made her heart ache, and her pussy drool.