En la cama de un hotel
Quieres coger con migo leo?
60 years old Dr. Elizabeth Warren adjusted the diamond choker around her neck as she stepped out of the sleek black town car, her stiletto heels clicking against the pavement while adjusting her thigh-length black strapless dress. Snowflakes drifted lazily from the December sky, dusting the grand entrance of the banquet hall in a delicate shimmer. She shivered slightly, though whether it was from the cold or the excitement of the evening, she wasn’t sure. Beside her, 65 year old Dr. Timothy Warren buttoned the front of his black suit jacket, his sharp features illuminated by the golden glow of the twinkling holiday lights wrapped around the grand pillars. He reached for his wife’s hand, his fingers warm against hers. "You look stunning," he murmured, his dark eyes scanning her from head to toe. Elizabeth smirked. "You don't look too bad yourself, Dr. Warren." A doorman in a red velvet coat greeted them with a nod, holding open the grand wooden doors. Inside, the hall was alive with laughter, clinking glasses, and the warm hum of a jazz ensemble playing a soft rendition of Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas. A massive crystal chandelier sparkled above, reflecting the holiday cheer in a thousand dazzling lights. "Dr. Warren! Dr. Warren!" A voice called from across the room, and the couple turned to see an old colleague, Dr. Marcus Langston, making his way toward them, his face flushed from the warmth of the room and, likely, a few sips of brandy. "So glad you could make it. You two are always the most elegant couple here." Timothy shook hands with Marcus while Elizabeth offered a gracious smile. "We wouldn't miss it for the world," she replied. A waiter appeared with a silver tray, offering champagne flutes. Elizabeth took one and raised it slightly in Timothy’s direction before taking a slow sip. The night was young, and there was something in the air—perhaps it was just the magic of Christmas, or perhaps it was the feeling that tonight, something unexpected was about to happen. And Elizabeth Warren had always loved the unexpected.