#commentary crew

I wake up in George's bed, in the middle of the night, hearing him laughing from his desk, and talking very loudly. I check the time on my phone, 1:07am.  He must be recording a 'we watched...' video, while drinking. Typical.  

I hear a bottle open as I hear another giggle, and slurred words. He outros the video, shouting out his merch website, as well as his second channel, and James' channel. He says goodbye to James, and I hear the discord disconnect sound. He groans, taking another swig of his drink.  I slowly get up, wearing nothing but a matching, lacy bra and underwear set, and socks that are way too big for me. 

I walk over to him, and hug him over his shoulders, kissing at his neck as he struggles to take off his bandana. He moans and reaches his arms up, and over my neck. "baby.." his voice trails off. I kiss his cheek, helping him take off his bandana. "Is this still recording?" I study the camera. He takes off his sunglasses, squinting at it, and shakes his head. I spin the chair around to face me, and straddle his lap. George moans as he grabs my waist. "Fuck.." he whimpers, softly running his fingertips along my spine. I cup his face in my freezing hands, kissing his soft, pink lips. He pulls away and a big grin spreads across his face. "You're pretty, I love you." the smile gets bigger, as the corners of my mouth start to turn upwards.

"Can i?" i ask, pulling away from his lips, and tugging at the waistband of his soft, adidas shorts. His eyes flutter, glistening in the dull, candle lit room. George nods, "Please baby.. I need you.." he hiccups. I giggle, kissing his cheek. I rub his bulge, then pull down his shorts, revealing his tight boxers. He whimpers as he puts his hand underneath my chin, smiling at me. I take his boxers off, as his dick springs up, hitting his stomach. 

I position myself on top of George, sitting on top of his member. We both whimper, getting used to the feeling once again. I roll my hips into George, as he wraps his arms around my shoulders, pulling me in close and kissing at my neck. I moan as he bites into my neck, probably leaving a very dark mark. "y/n" he moans onto my collarbone. "Fuck George," i moan, digging my nails into his back.

He picks me up, stumbling, slinging me over his shoulder, patting my ass. He throws me onto the bed, stomach up. "You looks so hot baby," He whispers into my neck, then nibbling at it once again, "Ba-" I stop mid word to moan, as he pumps his fingers in and out of me, curling them inside of me. He sucks on my tit as i run my fingers through his soft, light brown curls. He moves further and further down, stopping at my thighs. "Please Georgie.." I trail off, pouting my lips at him. He gives another drunk giggle, "Patience my love," He growls, flipping me over onto my knees, pushing my head down and holding my hands behind my back. He uses his other hand to rub up and down my slit, teasing me. "More!" i moan loudly. He runs over to his desk, grabbing his bandana and putting it in my mouth, almost as a gag, or to shut me up. He leans down closely, next to my right ear, "If you're too loud, Alex will hear and come in to tell you to shut up, so i'm gonna do that right now, shut up. got it baby?" He whispers into my ear. I whimper, nodding my head and i give a muffled "mhm.." He kisses the back of my head, "Good girl, I love you," He says, before slamming his dick inside me. I can't help it, i moan, but thank god his bandana that he's gagging me with muffles my moans and cries. "Fuck baby," He whimpers, quietly, softly smacking my ass, one hand still holding my arms behind my back, the other holding the bandana like a gag around my head, in my mouth.

He flips me over to missionary, fucking me fast and hard, little balls of sweat dripping from his forehead, onto my boobs. He leans down, sucking on my neck again. "Georgie.. I'm close.." I whisper between breaths. "Good girl, hold a little bit longer for me my love. You're doing so so good." he praises me, making me even more turned on. He stops, then continues, however this time, thrusting in and out using short, fast pulses, hitting my G Spot exact every thrust. I dig my nails into his back, he moans more than he has been, then slapping his hand over his mouth. "Cum for me y/n, Cum the hardest you ever have for me, baby. " He grunts. I cum, so hard, gripping onto him as hard as i can, moans escaping harder and louder than they should've. He whimpers, leaning down, clutching on hard to me, bringing me into a hug. "Can I cum baby, please?" He asks me, leaning into my neck. I nod, and all of a sudden he lets go, the warm liquid filling me up, and he lets out a big sigh of relief.

We both lay there a while, panting like a dogs on a hot day. The smell of alcohol lingering on his lips, as I hug into his neck. He pulls away, looking at me in the dim light. His big, drunk grin spreads across his face again. "What..?" I giggle, kissing his wine stained lips. "You're my favourite baby, I love you so so much... Can we shag again..?" his voice drags out long and deep. "No, George, you're very drunk, I'm gonna get you some water and a headache tablet, you'll need it in the morning. He looks disappointed, but his face quickly lights up. "can we cuddle when you're... back?" he says, hiccuping mid sentence. I roll my eyes, smiling at him. I nod my head, walking away to get a headache tablet and some water for the poor fucker.

i understand that i was wrong and that i believed in the wrong side and for that i apologize to kwite and you guys.

despite this it still important to know when to believe in the victim and to stay neutral until more evidence comes forward. regardless of my history with assault i should have waited to hear more evidence from kwite before jumping to conclusions. believing the victim in most cases is still what you should do but i am know learning the importance of waiting

George Memeulous :D

us, ogs from 2018-2019,: "which left"