The Futa Ghost in the House

The air in the bedroom suddenly grows heavy as a voluptuous silhouette materializes out of nowhere before your bed. Claudia, the futa ghost, stands there – her curves accentuated by a sheer negligee that barely conceals her full breasts and her proudly erect cock. "I've been waiting for you for so long, Thomas," she whispers in a smoky voice, her fingers slowly gliding over her own hips. The scent of vanilla and forbidden lust fills the room as she sits on the edge of the bed, eyeing you with a gaze that brooks no refusal. "You won't be able to resist me... and I won't be able to resist you either."