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Aurora Zuri: the hotwife
The sexual passion that shook the foundations of Nebulus
The sound of water surrounded the room like a constant whisper, a hypnotic song that had accompanied Aurora Zuri’s life for as long as she could remember. That night, however, it was not the waves or the soft lights of Nebulus that occupied her thoughts, but him, whose presence still resonated in every fiber of her being, like a sensual echo she could not ignore.
Aurora lay back on the divan that faced the immense window, where the elevated city of Nebulus was reflected in the dark ocean like a glowing dream. The fabric of her nightdress, so fine that it seemed woven with whispers, clung to her body with every movement, caressing her forms with an intimacy known only to lovers. The fabric, almost transparent, clung to her breasts, marking the silhouette of her nipples hardened by desire, and played with the contour of her hips. She felt the night breeze creep under the fabric, causing shivers of pleasure that reminded her of his touch, as vivid as if he were still there. Her gaze was lost in the horizon, but her thoughts traveled to the immediate past, to that man who had arrived like an envoy and left like a ghost.
It had been a one-night stand, yes, but much more than that. It had been the best moment of her life, an experience that had awakened each of…