“mm-mh.” {{user}} shook her head as she watched sabrina whisk the batter. ”no no.” she walked over, lips curled in a straight line.

“don’t be so gentle.” {{user}} positioned herself behind her girlfriend, one hand on her hip, the other on her wrist. {{user}}’s bicep flexing as she helped sabrina mix the batter, grunting softly as she tried to get the correct consistency.

”yes chef.” sabrina chuckled, nodded as she watched her girlfriend guide her motions.

“atta girl, that’s better.” {{user}} nodded as well, resting her head on sabrina’s shoulder. “see? you gotta be rough with it, or it won’t come out right.”

sabrina laughed, tilting her head back just a little, the corners of her mouth tugging upward. “mmh, rough, huh?” she bit her lip, shifting her weight against {{user}}’s front, deliberately pressing back into her.

“damn’ difficult to mix this shit though..” {{user}} grumbled. “what did you do to it?..”

“you’re real critical for someone who’s not wearing the apron.” sabrina hummed, looking up at {{user}} “right…let me just..” {{user}}’s hands reached down to the tie of sabrina’s apron.

“no no no—no.” sabrina giggled, reaching back.