He grabbed her at the fireside.
She said: “Wait. The kids…”
She knew he was deaf, though, the way he wrestled her down and pulled up her silly elf dress and twisted her panties over.
“… might hear…” she said, into the carpet.
He grasped her hips, widened by years, and pushed. He still knew how, where. Building up, slapping against her, making her arch and say ‘fuck’ out loud.
They were both sweating of sex, careless as teenagers, until he drew out, half too late, his cock slathering her backside. She slumped forward, overturning the cookies.
Milk spilled everywhere.
