Nope!

Far from it! In fact, Helena lustfully wrapped her legs around his head, forcing his mouth right against her snatch for a deeper licking than she was already taking. Causing the Resort Manager to groan into that slickness as more fluids were smeared across his mouth and chin. "Come on! More! MMMMM!! Make me cum!" She demanded with a grunt. Yet again grabbing a handful of his hair in forceful fashion with an intense stare down to match.

With little choice, he did as ordered. Lashing out with his tongue against the top part of her twat. Combining that with adding a second finger to the mix, and that had the effect of making her groan out as those hips bucked against the probing motion. The two digits sliding in and out smoothly and quickly, looking to satisfy the needy French beauty.

"AHHHHH!! Yesssssssss... MMMMM!! More!! AHHHHHH FUCK!!" She groaned out, and those dirty words that wouldn't be out of place in a porno film made even hotter by her thick accent. Her large breasts bouncing in her top from the shifting way she was pushing to meet the incoming fingers working into her snatch. Her eyes half-closed as she gazed down, showing that lust while her mouth was open in almost a perfect O-shape to let her cries spill out.

All Michael could do was groan into that pussy he was now able to slurp into from how he was trapped in this headscissors from her legs. Drinking down the juices offered while pumping away with his fingers to show off his sexual skill. Gazing up to see the state of desire the woman who is the Boss of his Boss. Although she's looking like a sex-starved nympho here with how she's groaning and grinding against a man she's only met once before, and even then very briefly.

"R-Right there! YES! OUI!! OH YES YES YEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSS AHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Helena soon squealed out in delight. Hitting a sudden, hard climax from impressive tongue work and fingering alone. Sending a fresh wave of sweetness out for him to guzzle down while further coating his hand with her juices. So much produced that it dripped down from his chin and onto his clothes to stain the suit jacket and his shirt. Not to mention the mess that's been left on the Roulette table she's been getting eaten out on. A simple clean won't likely clean this mess out before opening time tonight.

That staining is the least of their worries as Michael carries on fingering and licking to bring her all the way through that orgasm. Lapping up as much of her juices as he could manage with approving groans of his own. Eventually able to lean back when her legs finally unlocked from around his head. A deep gasp of air taken in as he pulls his coated fingers out from her more than just nicely taken care of pussy.

"You... You OK there, Helena?" He asked as he stood up, and looked over the sweating, but still bikini-clad woman.

He soon found out the reasoning behind the old saying 'Actions Speak Louder Than Words'.