Sona

Sona couldn’t moan—no sound passed her lips. But her magic sang for her. Each wave of pleasure rippled into the air as musical pulses—resonant, breathy, growing louder with every thrust, every kiss, every swirl of your tongue. Sona answered by tightening around you, her thighs trembling, her nails biting into your skin as she came in shuddering waves. Harder? Then scream for me, darling. Let the whole room hear your harmony.