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As the clock strikes midnight, a hungry man enters the kitchen, his mind not on cookies, but on the throbbing need in his pants. He begins to knead the dough, the repetitive motion igniting his lust. He unzips, his hard cock springing free, and begins to stroke, his grip tight like the dough he's handling. The kitchen, once quiet, now echoes with his pleasure, the smell of cookies and sex filling the air as he fucks his hand, his breath coming in ragged pants.