"Oh, Bobby, what…"

But he'd lifted her foot and had slipped one leg of the panties on her, then the other. He pulled her thin, pink panties up her calves, up over her knees, then he craned in and plastered his lips to her juicy, pussy.

"Now, Bobby, don't!" Prissy snapped. "You stop that!"

"I'm putting your panties on," Bobby mumbled between sucks and licks.

He sucked her cunt, chewing on her delicious pussy tenderly, lovingly. Then he sent his lewd tongue lapping, swirling up and down her precious cunt-slit, licking her juicy cunt-lips. His hands sneaked behind her and he clutched her beautiful ass.

He nibbled, chewed, licked, and his fingers pressed into the cheeks of her ass. He was good. He knew how to eat cunt, and he was giving Prissy a first-class show.

"Now stop, Bobby! You know you shouldn't… oooohhhhh, Bobby don't… oh, oh, stop, stop, Bobby!"

But he wasn't going to stop. He was lapping at her sweet cunt, and Prissy was lost in the divine sensation his tongue was giving her.

Two teenaged girls walked in the door and walked right beside them, but Bobby still didn't stop. The girls stood in amazement, watching Prissy stand there with her skirt held up, and there was the sailor on his knees chewing at her pussy.

"Wow!" one of the girls said.

"Jeez!" the other whispered. "Look at that, huh?"

Prissy was embarrassed, but she was so overwhelmed by Bobby's expert tongue, what he was doing to her, that all she could do was stare back at the two girls who watched the amazing sight.

"Bobby don't!" she sobbed. "Please stop! Whewffffff!"

The girls watched while Bobby licked her pussy. Prissy was lost. She didn't know what she should do, so she made some obligatory noises of protest.

"Don't, don't now, Bobby. Please! You shouldn't do that to me! Ohhhh, wow!"

Her heart fluttered. She felt the tingle of a climax slip on her. The tickle spread through her, making her little, luscious body shiver.