I suddenly pulled Rachel upward and turned her around, guiding her body into a full sixty-nine position on the cool stone floor of the cave.
Her knees settled on either side of my head so that her hips hovered right above my face, the damp crotch of her panties only inches from my mouth, while her own face was now directly above my thick, upright cock.
"Rachel… let me taste you too."
Rachel, looking down at the hard cock in front of her, hesitated. A shy, embarrassed flush spread across her cheeks and her voice came out soft and uncertain.
"Hmm… don't. I haven't washed since this morning… It's probably dirty down there…"
I ignored the weak protest completely. Lifting my head, I pressed my mouth firmly against the warm, damp fabric of her panties and dragged my tongue slowly and heavily across the center.
