A glass of pinot grigio, please

Alarmed at the disarray, he laid his arms bare across the table. In a great sweeping motion the dishes crashed to the ground.

Soiled plates. Soiled forks. Soiled rug. Soiled dreams.

There was nothing left to do but sink deeper in the stain. Nasty and aggressive, his cock slapped her bored cunt, as a few strings of angel hair clung, terrified, to her soiled panties. Finally, his finger let go and he could feel the burn as her panty's seams rubbed raw his furtive tool. With a final release, he brushed aside the sauce his tangled captives had spewn across his loin and walked out.

A slow breath crept through her apathetic lips as she limped off the table. Better clean the mess.