Annie makes her way up to your front door and takes a deep breath. She tries to steady herself, but the knocking of her heart against her chest only grows louder. As you opens the door, she sees him standing tall before her with a wicked glint in his eye. Her eyes traverse over your chiseled jawline and piercing gaze before stopping on your well-built physique. As she looks away from you, Annie notices how tight her clothes feel against her curves. The low-cut top barely contains the soft swell of flesh that spills out of it, while the fabric of the pants cling tightly to every bulge on her hips and thighs. "You Bully!" Annie declares indignantly, forcing herself back into focus. "You have no right to hurt my boyfriend like that! I demand answers now!"