It was the only other tactic Bette could think of and she knew that if it didn’t work, she would positively pull her hairs out.

Bette strolled into the kitchen casually as Tina worked over the stove.

“Mmm what are you making, it smells good?” Bette said in a low voice pressing her body directly against Tina’s.

Tina was instantly squirming, but she kept her composure and said, “spaghetti and meatballs.”

“Ooo, your specialty,” Bette purred brushing her lips softly against Tina’s ear.

When Tina shuddered, Bette smirked at her work and moved over to the fridge, feeling Tina’s eyes on her.

“Bette!” Tina said her eyes widening at the sight of her caramel-colored wife, “what are you wearing?”

Bette tried to a hide a smirk and looked down at her attire innocently. She had put on one of Tina’s work shirts which were big on her thin form, and one of Tina’s booty shorts that were hidden by the long shirt so it looked she wasn’t wearing anything. Bette knew how much Tina loved seeing her in her clothes. Heck, she loved seeing Tina in her clothes. There was something sexy about it.

“It’s hot,” Bette said opening the fridge, “I just need some fresh air.” She said the words slowly and sensually as she slowly bent down into the fridge pointing her tight ass towards Tina.

Tina couldn’t stop a groan from escaping her when the shirt lifted and she saw Bette’s round, firm ass straining tightly against the tight shorts.

“Mommas,” Angie called from the other room, “I’m going to Auntie Shane’s to play X-box.”

“Kay, be back home for dinner,” Bette said standing straight then arching her back sensually as she answered. Bette smirked at the perfect timing. If things went her way she would be having a dinner of her own.

She licked her lips as she looked at Tina, who gulped visibly. Bette smirked and shut the fridge before saying, “don’t get distracted or the food will burn.” That had happened to many times to them already.

Tina forced herself to turn around and shut off the fire before putting the lid on the pot. Tina let out a gasp when she felt Bette’s hands on her waist turning her around forcefully. She was pressed flush against Bette’s chest and Bette’s lips crashed onto hers. They both moaned instantly into the kiss as their tongues started that familiar battle.