CHAPTER 13: ANNIE
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There was so much going on that Annie could barely breathe. In front of her was the woman Patrick called Candy. The lady was petite and cute with big breasts that had to be fake. Of course, none of the guys seemed to care that they weren’t real.
The one man, who she’d nicknamed Curly because he had curly black hair, was kissing Candy’s neck while he squeezed her n*****s, which were red and long. The other man was behind Candy kissing his way down her back.
“Do you like what they’re doing to her?” Patrick whispered in her ear.
She shivered. He was so close and he smelled so good—something musky and clean, male through and through.
“Answer me.” He gave the outside of her thigh a soft smack.
“Yes.” She jumped. It hadn’t hurt, but it had surprised her.
“What
