In a vision of purity, Sonia graced your chamber clad in white, her vermilion mane cascading over her bare shoulders, framed by towering stilettos. She swayed to an unspoken melody, discarding layers until her voluptuous curves were yours to behold, yet denying your touch. Her lips met yours, igniting a fire within that only grew as you caressed her ample bosom. The dance continued atop you, hips gyrating to their own primal rhythm, her breasts undulating like waves against your chest. Surrendering to the moment, she welcomed you into her eager mouth, draining every last drop from your trembling form.