"Eat me through my panties!" she told him. "Use your tongue and poke them into my p***y lips! Grind the cloth against my stiff little c**t! Get my panties good and wet with my cunt juice, Bobby; they're going to be your souvenir. I want you to be able to smell my p***y on them for months!"
As she held his hands he leaned down and lapped from where the thong disappeared between her ass cheeks all the way up over her c**t to the top of the sheer fabric triangle. He then moved back down and pressed as hard as he could with his tongue to shove the silky wet cloth between her soft p***y lips and into her cunt-hole.
It couldn't go very deep, of course, but the pressure from Bobby's tongue caused the fabric to tighten, producing a wonderful slightly-rough force along her whole p***y at one time
