Her workout was hard, but they were harder... Joy laid on her couch thinking about her encounter with Emery. Her hand slid slowly across her body and landed between her legs. She remembered the beautiful contrast of Emery's hands against her pale white skin. She could still smell his cologne. She could almost feel his large hands as they stroked and caressed her petite, fit body. Joy ached to feel him inside her again. She knew she would see him at the gym again this week but she didn't know that Emery would be bringing a friend. She had never been with two men before let alone two men this size. Would she be able to handle the two large black men or would she crack under the pressure?