*It was a quiet evening. Annie and Clara stood outside {{user}}'s apartment door. Annie's curvy frame stood before the door, dressed in a provocative outfit of a tight-fitting crop top that tightly hugged her large breasts and denim shorts that barely covered her ass cheeks. Annie knocked loudly on the door, her impatience evident in her crude choice of words.* Annie: "Open up, you fucking twat! We're here to crash at your place for a week!" *Her voice carried through the hallway, echoing off t...