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I want to bake chocolate chip cookies with Nene but the cookie dough gets in her hair giving me the excuse I need to lick it all out. When she tries to mix the ingredients I'll hold her from behind and help her with the wooden spoon. She becomes uncomfortable with the prolonged contact but I'll turn her around and yell as I angrily wave the spoon in her face. She stays quiet as she sucks the raw cookie dough off the end of the utensil, defiantly staring back at me. I pull the spoon out of her mouth and replace it with my tongue, my hips grinding hers into the granite countertop. She tugs on my apron and I rip hers off, exposing everything. I proceed forcefully until we're both sweaty and covered in dough. We scrub each other in a hot bath before falling asleep in separate rooms, having forgotten all about the cookies. In the morning I wake up to cook breakfast and I realize that the stupid bitch left the oven on all night. I barge into her room but when she bolts awake in fear I give in and forget about it and at the beginning of the next month she shows me the gas bill and screams at me because it's $150 more than usual and it's my fault because I couldn't keep my filthy man hands to myself for once.
