Eat with His Fingers!

As much as she was clearly, and audibly, enjoying his mouth and tongue work, he had a feeling a woman built like she was wouldn't be so easily satisfied with just this kind of technique. Perhaps a risk, since he hadn't been ordered to, but he decided to change things up a bit as he shifted position and moved upward. Being greeted by her legs now sliding across, and draping over her shoulders as if she was preemptively stopping him from trying to move away from this position altogether.

That wasn't his plan, however, much to her already shamelessly groaning delight. His mouth back onto her pussy but focusing at the top as his tongue pressed in. More flicks and the odd swirl across delivered to keep her nice and wet. His snatch lightly bucking in towards his face to further show how much the French beauty was loving being worshipped by a man technically under her employ.

More was to come for her when he moved a hand off from her legs. Bringing it under and then in, so he could slide a digit into her already damp box. Making her gasp out as she tossed her blonde hair back, before more moans followed as he began to slide his finger in and out of her love tunnel. Double teaming her tasty pussy with licks and fingering to show it's not just as a Resort Manager that he excels at.

"Mmmmmm yes! AHHHHHH!! Mmmmmm..." Helena moaned out. The grip on his hair turning to an approving stroke through his locks as she gazed down. Licking her lips as her lower ones were treated to a top-notch servicing. Feeling his fingering moving into the knuckle before drawing back out until just the tip was inside her before he swiftly repeated the motion. Accompanied by his tongue lapping at the top of her snatch for good measure. "Fuck!! Aren't you happy... MMMMM!! You lost the bet now??" She asked, even though she was the one getting the pleasure from this oral action on her twat. His cock still untouched and pitching a tent in his pants as he fulfilled the dirty order that she'd demanded from him.

In any case, he wasn't able to respond to her question with his mouth otherwise occupied with fine, French pussy to taste and please. Any words muffled by being so close to her as her legs rubbed slightly against the sides of his face. Her juices now staining his lips and starting to drip down his chin from the repeated, eager licking. His finger similarly coated with sweetness. Creating a sinful squelching sound with every in or out movement he made into her box.

The woman nicknamed Fortune's Heiress gasped out again as she closed her eyes. Sweat now starting to trickle down her stunning, curvy body as she rocked her hips back and forth towards the tongue and finger of the man she'd convinced (or was he tricked?) to eat her out. Clearly enjoying the fruits of that easy plot along with her claims of thinking this is what he'd actually wanted all along.

She could have let him munch away all the way until the afternoon if she wanted to. Question is, does she?