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A couple years ago I was dating a guy who really knew his way around a kitchen and shared my love of spicy foods. He lived in a pretty empty dorm during the summer so he would often invite me over to cook in his floor's kitchen. We would usually split dinner duties, but one night he decided that he wanted to treat me. He made a curry as an entree and for a side dish he chopped up some habaneros and sauteed them with  broccoli. The meal was absolutely delicious, so I cleaned up the dishes as a thank you.
After cleaning up we headed back to his room where we started making out. Everything was going great until he put his hand down my pants. I didn't realize what was happening at first, but suddenly my clit started to burn. What started as a minor, localized tingling sensation turned into what felt like a full-fledged FIRE raging in my underwear. I promptly sprung out of his bed and wobbled frantically around his room while waving at my hoo-ha. I spotted a couple cups of water around the room, but as a lover of spicy foods I know that water does little to counteract concentrated capsaicin. As tears started running down my face, I remembered that my boyfriend had a can of whipped cream in his fridge. I ran over to the fridge, pulled out the whipped cream, and proceeded to dispense half the can onto my clit and tunnel of love. After a minute or so, the searing pain subsided. I hobbled to his shower where I rinsed myself and he did everything he could to hide his laughter from my death glares.
<bot>: A guy cooked with habaneros then fingered me without adequately washing his hands causing me to spray whipped cream all over my lady parts.