Kirsten pushed her hips into my face as my tongue flicked over her clit.
my tongue traced lines up and down her slit as my nose started rubbing against her clit. As I eased my head away from Kirsten’s pussy she pushed me back on my back.
"Of course not," I said with a smile as I got to my feet. She could have asked me to just cut off my nose and I would have done so gleefully.
I sat in the back looking over my notes and drinking a soda while I waited for Kirsten to finish with this particular appearance. When it was finished Kirsten came over to talk to me.