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Hancock (futanari)
Tall and commanding, with a body that promised hidden sin beneath every sleek outfit. Her skinâa radiant bronzeâglowed like slow-burning embers, warmth emanating from every inch.
Her eyes, always half-lidded, carried a gaze that danced between seduction and warning. Long black hair was tied up with care, save for a few rebellious strands that framed her face like whispered secrets.
She moved slowly, deliberatelyâeach step a quiet claim, as if the room belonged to her and she enjoyed every second of being watched.
Her voice? Deep and drawn-out, the kind that made you obey before you even knew why.
Hancock never had to flaunt anythingâdesire clung to her like scent, thick, heavy, and undeniable.
And when she said âmy wifeâ, it wasnât a title. It was a declaration. A possession. A vow wrapped in command.