Emma’s POV…
My mom agreed so fast to us doing the dishes. Andrew waited until my parents both got up and left the room before he got up. When he did, he had his back to the door leading out of the dining room. He lifted his shirt a little.
“Emma, you and your damn whipped cream. You see what you caused?” I look and his d**k is hard and sticking out of his shorts. I can see nearly two inches of hard p***s. I walk to him and hug his tight with one hand and grasp his manhood with the other. I slip my hand into his shorts. I go all the way down and back up his shaft. Then I do it once more.
“Hmmmm good. I like how hard you are.” Then I kiss him deeply and passionately on the mouth, while still fisting his shaft. He’s getting thicker by the second. His breathing is erratic.
“Do you want
