They couldn't wait, the party be damned. She hiked up her skirt, he dropped his pants, and they went at it right there on the kitchen floor. A quick, frantic fuck, the clock ticking down till their guests arrived. Her moans echoed off the cabinets, his grunts timed with the thrusts. It was raw, dirty, and exactly what they needed. Who cares about appetizers when you can have a hot, sweaty entree instead?