George Russell 8x Race Winner Apologist

A small giggle comes from behind the camera and it zooms out again to capture the picturesque backdrop as the feminine voice says sweetly, “Pretty gorgeous view.”

George slows the yacht to a stop and ensures the anchor is dropped before he steps out onto the sundeck. He towers over the camera from where she is sitting with it and it pans up his body from bare feet to amused face. 

“Having fun?” he asks with a smirk. 

“Yes,” she replies.

His hand reaches for the camera and it is shakily exchanged before turning down onto the woman instead. She is sitting on the padded sundeck on the bow of the yacht, lounged in a blue bikini that doesn’t leave much to the imagination, tied with only thin strings. In the direct rays of the sun, she shields her eyes to look up at him despite her sunglasses, seemingly content under the stare of both him and the camera. 

“Look at you,” he compliments cheekily, zooming in on her body in the tiny bikini.

She shifts a little in place, stretching her legs out as she rests back on her hands to show off her body, glancing down at herself, “You like it?”

“Yeah, you look gorgeous.”

He crouches to join her down on the sunbed and reaches out to drag a hand down the front of her, ghosting over the thin tie of her bikini top and down her abdomen. She doesn’t move, just bites her smiling lip as both he and the camera take her in. Then, he reaches to cup a hand over one of her breasts, giving it a squeeze through the fabric of her top.

Just then, he adjusts the camera to get them both in shot as he leans in and slides a hand around the back of her neck and tugs her lips onto his. Their kisses are noisy and lewd, already shoving their tongues together as if this wasn’t the first time. When he pulls away after a few seconds, she looks a little dizzy. Or maybe that is just the swaying of the yacht. 

“Mm,” his fingers trail down her jawline before tracing her collarbones and then, finally, toy with the string of her bikini top.

She seems to push out her chest towards him. An invitation. 

George gives the string between her breasts a little tug and the bow unties with ease, allowing her top to fall away, revealing her chest to him and to the camera. Her skin is shimmering in the sun and his hand is all over her, groping one breast and then the other, pinching her nipples between thumb and forefinger. 

Then they’re kissing again. Sloppy, tongue-led kisses that take up most of the camera shot, albeit slightly off-centre. His hand is still groping her chest until it moves up effortlessly to wrap around her neck. He’s not squeezing per se, just holding her, but it's enough to have her melting into his touch. When he pulls away, her teeth nip at his bottom lip.

Her eyes stay on his face even as his attention focuses downwards to her tiny bikini bottoms. The camera follows his stare, capturing his greedy fingers tracing the thin strings along the sides before his hand slides down between her legs. She lets out a small sound as his hand rubs her over her bottoms, right over her pussy. 

When he moves to tug at the string of her bottom with anticipation to untie them, she stops him with a grab of his wrist. 

“Your turn,” she sing-songs as she takes the camera back from him and turns it upon him. 

He is sitting there on the padded sundeck of his yacht, bathed in sunlight, miles of bare golden skin on display, standing out against the striking red of his swim trunks. The way he is sitting—with his legs comfortably apart, one knee raised and the other folded beneath him, looking perfectly at ease—his trunks are pulled tight between his legs, showing off the sizable bulge hidden beneath the fabric. 

And then it’s her turn to reach for a feel, sliding her hand over his pecs and down his abs and he lets her. She takes her time but she makes it downwards until her hand is rubbing over the front of his swimtrunks, cupping the shape of him in her hand.

No words have to be spoken before he is shifting himself to hook his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts and she steadies the camera as he shuffles out of them. He strips so effortlessly, trunks discarded across the sundeck without care, his handsome face smiling warmly at the camera and the woman behind it. He is fully naked now and his legs part to show off his body, right down to his half-hard cock and nice round balls between firm thighs.

It’s almost instinctual, the way he reaches down to take hold of his cock, giving it a few strokes for the sake of the camera. She focuses in on it, keeping it perfectly in frame. 

From behind the camera, she offers a small, “Wow…”

“Yeah?” George chuckles, “Think you wanna come put it in your mouth?”

“Yes.”

The camera is passed back into his hand as he lays himself back against the sunbed and he turns it onto her. Staring down his body now, his other hand is still wrapped around his cock, holding it up from his pelvis with a little wiggle in the afternoon sunshine. She is between his spread legs and she crawls closer with a giddy smile, placing her hands on his thighs to steady herself against the swaying of the yacht.

He only lets go once she wraps a hand around his cock herself, holding him in place so she can lean down to drag her tongue up the side. With his hands out of the way, she has full reign and she seems perfectly content with that. Her tongue swirls around the head still tucked in its wrap of foreskin but after only a few seconds, she’s rolling it back to see all of him. The tip is pretty pink and glistening and she slicks it up more with a dribble of spit before stroking it in with twisting tugs of her hand. 

George groans from behind the camera, keeping it angled down his body to capture every second of her as she finally lowers her head down to take him in her mouth properly. It’s quiet except for the lapping of the waves against the hull of the yacht and George’s soft breaths as she sucks on him slowly. She is on her knees and forearms, ass up, her bikini tucked between her cheeks and in full view of the camera. Behind her, the coastline stretches on. 

She moans softly around him as she starts to bob her head slowly, working her way down with her hand still firm around the base. Her cheeks hollow around him on every up stroke, lips tight around his shaft. Her sunglasses conceal her eyes but it's clear she’s looking up at him as she takes him deeper.

“Yeah…good girl…” George exhales, reaching down to stroke a hand through her hair to tuck some behind her ear and out of the way. 

She moans around him as she pushes herself deeper, her mouth squelching around his cock in steady rhythm in time with her hand. It helps the way his hand is in her hair, keeping the camera housing a nice view of the way she is going down on him. 

Only a few moments later, she sits back on her haunches between his legs and her hands slide down his thighs. Abandoned, his cock falls heavy against his pelvis, fully hard now and desperate. His hand wraps around it himself instead, stroking lazily as he watches her body move in the sunlight. 

Once she gets settled back on the sunbed, it’s clear what she’s expecting. 

The camera is passed into her hands and she turns it back on him as he moves onto his knees. He’s smiling as if he wouldn’t rather be anywhere else, as naked as the day he was born in the afternoon sun, toned body shimmering like he is something ethereal. He wastes no time in untying the strings of her bikini bottoms and pulling the thin fabric away, revealing her entirely to his hungry eyes. 

“Let me see that pussy,” he mutters as if it were something said to himself as he pushes her legs apart for a proper look. Then, “There she is.”

He drops her bikini to the side without tearing his eyes away from her body. It’s instinctual, how he moves to lay flat out on the padded sundeck, looping his arms around her thighs to hold her in place, and he dusts a slow kiss to her inner thigh. 

The camera has a perfect view of him like that, framed by her thighs as he latches his mouth onto her cunt. All perfect sea-ruffled brown waves of his hair and the faintest few freckles dotted across his nose, he is artwork to the camera. And to the woman behind it who moans softly at the vision. 

When she flinches a little, her thighs bump his sunglasses askew. But he doesn’t let that deter him. 

Instead, his hands grip tighter to her thighs and he doubles down his efforts. It’s hard to see exactly what his mouth is doing from that angle with the camera pointed down her body, but the flex of his jaw and cheeks give him away. And when he pulls back just a little, one can see the way his tongue flicks at her clit. 

She moans prettily to the blue sky and reaches her arm out with the camera to capture a full shot of the both of them. Her, stretched out on her back in the sun with him between her legs and lapping at her pussy with an eager mouth. At the change in angle, he pauses just long enough to shoot a smile to the camera that makes her giggle. 

He smiles right back—wholeheartedly enjoying himself—before slipping two fingers in his mouth. When they are wet enough, he, instead, sinks them inside her cunt. The camera catches the way her expression withers, and only more so as his mouth returns to suck on her clit. 

His bicep is bulging with how he’s thrusting his fingers inside of her, two digits curled up just right to earn pretty whimpers and moans from her. She still has a firm hold on the camera, capturing both of them with the scenery of the coastline in the distant background. 

“Fuck…” he huffs as he breaks his mouth away from her for just a moment, resting his cheek on her warm thigh as he watches his fingers thrusting into her, “so fucking wet for me…this perfect pussy taking my fingers so good…”

She moans a breathy, “Oh my God” to the blue sky and her free hand reaches down to tangle in his hair. 

His mouth is on her again while his fingers keep their pace, lewd sloppy wet sounds of his tongue heard over the rapping of the waves against the hull of the yacht. He’s slurping at her like she’s fucking dessert and her body is writhing with pleasure, hardly able to keep the camera steady. 

After a few more seconds, he pulls back and spits loudly on her cunt before rubbing it in with the pad of his thumb. While his hand keeps going—a balanced dance of fingers inside of her and thumb rubbing at her clit—he shifts to reposition himself on his knees between her spread legs. 

“Need to get inside you,” he mumbles, almost as if he’s talking directly to her pussy as he’s knuckles deep, “Fucking need it.”

He takes the camera from her hand and then suddenly she’s in frame from his perspective, draped out across the bow of the yacht in nothing but her sunglasses, skin glistening in the sun. Her legs are spread to accommodate where he is kneeling between them, his right hand still nestled there with two fingers entirely inside her. The camera focuses there and he moves it a little closer, capturing his slow retreat of his fingers and the thick strings of arousal that cling to them when he pulls them out. 

“Look at that…” he purrs, smearing it over her swollen clit just to catch the hitch in her breath. 

“You’re unreal,” she says simply, arms draped lazily above her head. 

He doesn’t answer as he shuffles closer on his knees, the camera angled downwards to capture how he lines up the head of his cock with her winking pussy. He’s far too focused, sliding it between her slick folds and nudging tauntingly against her clit. 

“Please,” she exhales. 

“Tell me you want it,” he whispers needily, pressing just against her cunt, teasing her with what he could give. 

She doesn’t miss a beat as she replies, “I want your cock inside me.”

It’s all he needs to push forward, slowly but surely, letting the camera take in the way her lips part to accommodate him, the way she stretches around his girth. She makes a sound out of frame that is swallowed by the waves and the summer breeze. George’s low groan is picked up, however. 

He gives her slow, shallow thrusts to work her in, stretching her open on his cock politely. Her hand reaches into frame to spread herself open between two fingers, encouraging him deeper and putting on a proper show for the camera. George’s thumb gently caresses her clit, now easily visible with how she’s spreading herself. 

“Mm, good girl,” he praises lowly, “Let me in…just like that.”

“Fucking…feels so good…” she exhales. 

When he is fully inside of her, she presses her toes into the upholstered sundeck to lift her hips up just enough to meet his angle. This way, she can ensure he is entirely inside of her, every inch buried deep, the camera privy to the way the trimmed hair of his pelvis presses against her fully. It is easy to even see the way her pussy flutters and throbs around him. 

“Jesus Christ,” George mutters as he keeps the camera steady. 

His free hand flattens over her abdomen as he starts to thrust into her properly and her arms return to their place above her head, gripping onto the edge of the upholstery. With her hips angled upwards like that, she is at the perfect spot for him to give her everything, shoving into her entirely before pulling out almost all the way; long, deep strokes. Every time he pulls out, his cock is glistening in the sunlight.

She whimpers from out of frame, hips moving a little against his thrusts to help build the sensations, “Yes.”

He doesn’t utter a word but lets his strokes speak for him, right down to the addition of his thumb slipping over her clit with his hand still splayed across her abdomen. Her legs quiver a little as she adjusts herself with a moan. 

He pans the camera upwards just enough to catch the view of her body, her face, the way her arms are draped above her head and her hair is fanned out around her. Her bottom lip is caught between her teeth as she stares back at him from behind her sunglasses. It’s a lot to keep herself up on her toes like that and so he doesn’t make her stay there for long. 

The camera is passed into her hands and turned upon him instead, capturing the last few moments of them just like this. Then, he moves his hand to her side and rotates her hips ninety-degrees, forcing one leg over the other. He is still inside of her even when he moves to straddle her one straight leg, giving himself full control over her. 

Her small moan is heard from behind the camera, along with the sounds of the upholstery squeaking beneath their adjustments. George doesn’t falter, steadying her with both large hands on the accentuated curve of her ass as he starts to thrust into her again. His expression almost looks so serious in that moment; furrowed brows in concentration, lips slightly parted.

He reaches a hand down to squeeze one of her breasts, keeping a firm grip as he keeps shoving into her. She holds the camera as steady as she can, even as her body bounces slightly against the intensity of his every thrust. 

“Christ, you take it so good,” George pants. 

“Want it,” she pleads breathily, her free hand reaching down to grab his thigh in some futile attempt to hold him deeper. 

He’s not stopping, fucking greedily into her pliant body with his hands all over her, watching himself glide effortlessly in and out of her. He licks his lips before speaking, “Perfect, tight cunt just sucking me in. Just wants to be filled, hm?”

“Yeah…” she whimpers. Her hand lifts from his thigh to press against his tensing abs, “Please. Gimme it.”

“Uh huh?” George reaches for the camera with one hand while his other hoists her leg up to spread her open more. She shrieks at the adjusted angle and he doesn’t stop, even as he works to make sure the camera is capturing her body and where they are connected. 

“You’re so deep,” she pants through a forming smile. She turns her head to the side with a giggle, “Fuck, I’m seriously tearing up.”

George laughs lightly along with her and—after a few more seconds of savouring the moment—pulls out as if to give her a breather. His hand rubs over her ass and hip and thighs and before she can even adjust her position, he’s leaning down to get his mouth on her. For a moment it’s as if he forgets about the camera as the screen goes dark where it bumps against her opposite leg and all that can be heard is his mouth on her, kissing and licking and suckling. 

Her voice is distance, “Mm, fucking hell, George—”

The camera is jostled a bit before being shown the sun once more, taken by her hand to show exactly what he is doing. He has one large hand on the bottom of her thigh, holding it up and out of the way, while his head is half hidden by the curve of her ass still angled to the side while he goes down on her. 

One particular touch has her hissing, “Shit—”

He moans loudly against her, shaking his head a little as if to get deeper into her, smothering himself between her legs and her cheeks. She tries to hold the camera up to get a better view of him but she’s far too beside herself to manage. Instead, she stretches her arm across the sundeck, camera in hand and facing towards them, capturing a perfect frame of her bare ass and his face between her legs. 

The way she’s angled earns a sight of George’s tongue flicking at her clit and lapping at her pussy. He’s still holding her leg up with his body half draped over her outstretched leg as if to hold her down. His lips take as much of her in as he can, suckling greedily, before he breaks away to let his tongue take over in feverish flicks. 

“Oh fuck oh fuck—“ she squeals. Her free hand reaches down to grab a fistfull of his hair to hold him there. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me come—“

George groans against her but doesn’t change his pace. Not even as her legs start trembling. 

The sound of her orgasm echoes over the water (or so it seems), as she cries out to the sky and arches uselessly against the deck of the yacht. George moans loudly against her right through it, tongue still going while his hands hold her on his mouth. 

When he finally pulls away, he smacks her ass, wordlessly encouraging her to roll over onto her stomach. She heaves a breath but obliges, before propping her elbows on the upholstered sundeck with the camera facing the both of them as he enters her again from his knees. 

They are both half in frame, the shot capturing the arch of her back and the curve of her ass and up to George’s chest, only the best part of the scene right in the centre. No sooner do they get situated does he start moving again, two large hands on her hips pulling her into his firm thrusts. 

She gasps and groans beneath the camera and pushes back onto his every thrust until the sound of their skin colliding overpowers the lapping of the waves on the hull of the yacht. She’s so wet that it’s incredibly lewd; the plap plap plap of her ass against his thighs, his balls against her clit. George moans handsomely behind her and his hands knead the flesh of her ass before giving her another spank. 

“Yes…” she pants, “just like that.”

George’s voice is shallow but interlaced with a smile when he replies, “Yeah? You’re taking it so fucking well. Taking my cock so good.”

She’s a moaning mess beneath the camera, arching deeper and pushing back on him. He spanks her across the ass again. 

“Making me wanna fill you up,” he taunts between thrusts, bending over her just a little more. He grips her tighter and fucks her harder. 

“Ohhhh my God,” she moans helplessly. 

He whines softly at her reaction and then, suddenly, huffs and halts his thrusts as he says hurriedly, “Fuck, I don’t even care anymore…wanna breed you.”

“Please…oh, please,” she swoons. 

He all but snatches the camera from her hand, making sure to get a nice view of her round ass and the way her pussy is squeezed around his cock, lips hugging the shaft. When he pulls out of her, it audibly pops free, bobbing in the afternoon sun and soaked in her liquids. 

As he shifts from his knees to sit down, she waits patiently, giving him a little wiggle of her bare ass, showing off her soaked cunt. George spanks her once before groping her ass in his one free hand. Still on her hands and knees, she shuffles back a little and tucks her feet under his thighs to steady herself, to secure them together. 

When she pushes back, she sits right on top of his cock, sandwiching it between her cheeks and his pelvis. George groans and uses his free hand to grab hold of it and help to angle it against her leaking entrance, slipping it between her lips. 

“Think you wanna let me come in your pussy?” he taunts. 

“Yes,” she purrs, arching her back just right. 

“Yes? You do?” he smears the head of his cock through her lips, “Want me to breed you?”

“Yeah…wanna just…” she fades out as she lowers herself down onto him instead, sheathing herself on his cock. Her moan is gorgeous. 

George’s hand slips out from between them to rub up her spine soothingly, “Fuck, good girl. Take it all.”

She leans forwards and places her hands flat between his outstretched legs, steadying herself on the deck as she starts to lift up slowly. She doesn’t lift off of him all the way, ensuring that the head of his cock is still tucked inside her, but it is enough to make a point of just how much of him had fit inside of her. When she pushes back down until her ass is flush on his pelvis again, he groans from behind the camera. 

She leans forwards again and with a greedy hand, he tugs at the flesh of her ass to spread her open enough for the camera to get a proper look at her. The way her pussy is gripping around his cock is insane, stretched and swollen and filled entirely by him. The sight alone has him groaning and he dusts the pad of his thumb over where they are connected. 

The shape of her ass takes up most of the frame, backed beautifully by the crystal waters of the Mediterranean as she starts to set her pace. With every rise and fall upon him, their skin colliding makes the lewdest sound, soaked so much so that they’re almost connected by strings of her arousal. She squares her shoulders to bounce on him properly, her ass jiggling with every stroke and the vision is caught perfectly by the camera. 

“Fucking hell,” George breathes, his hand sliding to grip the dip of her waist as she takes over. 

She rests her hands on his thighs to steady herself as she rides him that way, back arched just enough and hair tumbling prettily over her shoulders. With every bounce, she makes a small “uh” sound as if the noises are fucked right out of her unintentionally, barely heard over the clap of their skin. 

George pulls his arm back so the camera can capture a wider angle, framing both of them in the shot. They’re soaked in sunlight and glistening in sweat on the bow of his yacht; him, laying back with his free hand tucked behind his head and her, riding him to her heart's content. He has this small, smug smile briefly come to his face as he holds the camera out like that, still shielded by his sunglasses and nothing else. 

No sooner does his momentary smile arise does it melt away again, taken place, instead, by an expression of pleasure as she doubles down her efforts. He moans handsomely and brings in the camera again if he were risking dropping it. Besides, the up-close view of her taking every inch of his cock is far more impressive. 

“Don’t stop,” he pants, returning his hand to her waist, almost tugging her down onto him over and over, “Just like that…there you go.”

“God, your dick is amazing,” she whines to the summer sky through her eager bounces. Her pace is dizzyingly consistent and intense, not faltering for a second even with her thighs starting to tremble. 

George grunts tightly, “Fuck, I’m gonna come.”

And her reply is immediate, instinctual, “Come inside me.”

His hand grips her hip a little tighter, groaning a little louder, the pleasure building. Even at the angle of the camera, it’s clear to see the way his abs tense. 

“Come on,” she begs breathlessly, “Come in my pussy. Fill it up.”

It only takes a few more bounces from her for him to be pushed into orgasm. His ragged breaths stop suddenly, muscles tensing, and then suddenly he’s letting out a quivering groan.

At the feeling of him releasing inside of her, her breath catches and her bounces stutter and he pulls her right down on him by his hand on her waist. He’s moaning loudly, holding her place despite the way his hips try to flex up into her, the camera capturing a perfect view of the way the base of his cock throbs through each pump. She gasps and shivers and grinds down on him a little to work him through it, ensuring she gets every drop. 

“F-Fuck,” she exhales as if in breathless awe, still held right down on him, “holy shit, you’re still coming…”

George just groans, toes curling, barely able to keep the camera steady for a moment. She doesn’t move, letting him ride through his orgasm with the sweet squeeze of her cunt around his throbbing cock. 

When he finally goes lax, breathing hard, his hand loosens on her waist and his other readjusts the camera. A little tap on her hip encourages her to slowly lift off of him, now letting his cock slip out of her and it lands heavy against his pelvis, slick and swollen. As soon as he pulls out of her, a creamy river of cum pours out of her and lands onto the shaft of his dick and the matted hair of his pelvis. 

She gasps at the feeling and clenches her muscles to push more out, letting it drip in creamy strings from between her lips. His hand gropes one of her cheeks, spreading her open some more to really show off the mess of it all, his thumb slipping between her lips. The camera catches it all. 

Then, suddenly, he sets the camera down beside them, keeping his entire body from the thighs up in frame laid out across the sundeck. She doesn’t have a chance to try and get off of him before both of his hands are on her hips and pulling her up his body. She shrieks through a giggle at his tug and wobbles as she shuffles backwards under his silent demand until he has her on his face. 

Her smile melts into a dreamy expression at the first touch of his tongue, settling herself full on his face without shame. His arms wrap around her thighs to hold her there, her full weight on his face, burying himself in her. With a shaky moan and a bite to her lip, her hands fall flat against his chest and abs to steady herself, but her hips work with the movement of the yacht to rock against his mouth. 

She’s so sensitive and worked up that it clearly doesn’t take her long to reach that peak. Her hips jump against George’s mouth as she gasps into her orgasm, letting out her pretty moans to the warm summer air as her body shudders on top of him. He moans right back, the sound muffled by her body but no less passionate, and his hands only grip her thighs tighter until there are indents of his fingertips left behind. 

When she finally has to pull away in overstimulation—her legs trembling as she lifts up—she’s got the biggest grin on her face, “Holy shit.”

George spanks her once more with a smile of his own, his lips and shin glistening in more than just sweat from the sunshine.

She sprawls out gracefully beside him across the upholstered sundeck and his one arm tucks around her to draw her close while his other picks up the camera again. He holds it up above them both, leaving a square shadow to fall across their faces where it cuts in front of the sun. They smile proudly at the camera, breathless and spent.

“Might have heat stroke,” she mumbles lightheartedly as he lowers the camera and shuts it off.

FADE OUT. —BLACK SCREEN W/ TEXT— “Starring MrSaturday, MissFMC Written & Produced by @chilling-seavey Requested by @mocharoni12 Sunglasses sponsored by Police Eyewear This production was created for mature audiences. All participants were over the age of 18 and consented to their involvement in the production. Boundaries, consent, and ethical considerations were communicated and respected throughout filming.” —FADE TO BLACK— THE END

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