ellie loves going to the cafe you work at. she likes the tea a lot, and the chocolate chip muffins are damn good — but what ellie really loves is the way you fingerfuck her in the bathroom on your thirty minute break.
as you slide into her, her mouth drops open, eyes clenching shut. "oh, oh-" ellie moans, squeezing your hand tight. you ask her if she's alright, and fervently nodding her head she says "mhm, just, fuck, full..."
god, does ellie look so pretty — all splayed out underneath you, taking your cock like a natural. her hand clenches around yours, your fingers intertwined with each other. you can’t help but to keep glancing down at her pussy, needing to see how she looks stretched around your strap. the sight makes your heart stutter in your chest. you’re utterly mesmerized. she’s opening up nice and easy, you made sure she was all loose and ready before slipping inside. “oh, baby doll…” you murmur, voice dark and raspy. “do you like it?”
her lids are looking heavy over her cloudy green eyes. “gh, feels… weird…” ellie pushes out. she sounds completely wrecked, ruined.
“takin’ it like you’re made for it.” you praise gently, cloyingly. her slender, freckled body shudders. her back arches so sweetly, obviously a gut reaction instead of a conscious choice, chest pushing up into yours. ellie’s small breasts feel so warm against you, dusty pink nipples piqued and likely aching.
“fuck, you’re cr-crazy,” she mutters weakly, squeezing your hand tight.
“does it hurt?” you ask, brushing your thumb over her hand.
she shakes her head. “no,” she says, “no. just. just fuck me.” and that’s all you need. you pull your hips back, and then slide back home.
it doesn’t take too long to find that little bundle of nerves inside of her, and with one, two, three taps against it, ellie is shyly whimpering into your neck.
“y’don’t have to be shy, baby,’’ you say gently, kissing her temple. its… far too intimate, but you can’t bring yourself to care all that much. something about ellie just feels so right. and hell do you wish that your strap was real so you could actually feel her, slick and warm, against your cock.
you fuck her good for the next few minutes, deep and thorough, making sure that ellie gets the absolute most out of what you know is… probably, definitely, her first time with a girl. when the cutie starts letting out these broken, overwhelmed “oh, oh, oh-”s you know she must be getting close. so mercifully, you lower your left hand between her legs, rubbing at ellie’s clit almost furiously. and after almost no time at all, she’s letting out this utterly ruined sound, cumming hard. you trace gentle patterns over that pink little button, helping ellie through the aftershocks of her orgasm, yes, but to also overstimulate her for a bit after the waves subside.
“ah,” she squeaks, reaching her own hand down and batting at yours. you giggle, pulling it away and resting it on her hip now instead.
you roll off of her, and you both stare at the ceiling for a moment, panting, tired – even though it didn’t last too long. which, truly, is a little bit adorable.
“so…” you start after catching your breath, tone teasing and completely unserious, “do i get free weed for this?”
it says i have asks here but it won’t show me what they are or pull them up??? so if you sent something and i don’t respond i’m not ignoring you tumblr just hates me :<
This is the Third time I’ve lived through the brutality of hunger its harshness, its silence.
I walk through the streets of the city and find nothing to feed my children.
🩸The first time was last year, when I documented my situation holding onto a piece of bread after over a month of deprivation.
🩸The second time was 6 months ago when I brought some flour for my family and I was very tired because it was a very long walk.
🩸Now, I’m reliving that same pain.
The helplessness before my children, the heartbreak, it feels like I’m failing as a father. This is the very definition of powerlessness. I am of no use to them.💔💔
*Do you feel the weight of this hunger in my heart?
*Can you hear the cries of my children’s empty stomachs?
*Is anyone out there listening?
*Can anyone help us or Or convey the voice of this hunger to those who can help us?
Please donate, we are in dire need of your humanity. I hope you will not leave us to die in this harsh hunger. We want to feel that there is someone we can rely on to lighten this burden a little.
My campaign is verified on Gazavetters under # (88).
Before the war, I lived with my parents, my brother, and my sister in the Shuja'iyya neighborhood of Gaza City. Our life was simple. We didn’t have much, but we had enough. Our home wasn’t big, but it was where we felt safe.
Every morning, my brother and sister went to school, and I went about my own daily routine. In the evenings, we would all sit together in the living room, talk about our day, and sometimes watch TV when the electricity was on. On weekends, we visited relatives, or just stayed home sharing food and conversations.
It wasn’t a perfect life, but it was normal. We had our small joys family meals, birthdays, laughter, even the quiet moments when nothing special was happening. That life, as simple as it was, meant everything to us.
Our home between before and after 🥺💔
The Day Everything Changed
When the bombing started, our lives turned upside down overnight. During the first week of the war, we had to run from our home in Shuja'iyya. We left in a hurry, carrying almost nothing with us. At that moment, I didn’t realize it would be the last time I’d see our house the way it was.
We moved to the Rimal neighborhood, thinking maybe it would be safer there. But it was there that we received the news that broke us completely: our home the place that held all our memories, our laughter, our life had been destroyed. Flattened to the ground.
Everything we had worked for, every piece of furniture, every photo, every little thing that made up our life, was gone in a moment. It wasn’t just walls and a roof it was the only place we felt safe, and now it was nothing but rubble💔💔💔
The Ongoing Struggle
Since that day, we’ve been on the move, never staying in one place for long. From Rimal to Al-Zawada, then to Rafah we’ve been displaced four times already. And with every move, we carry less with us, because there’s almost nothing left to carry.
Most nights we sleep on the floor, and sometimes in tents. The nights are freezing cold, and the days are unbearably hot. There’s no electricity, no clean water, no proper toilets. Even getting food has become a battle sometimes we wait for hours just to get a piece of bread to share.
We lost everything our jobs, our home, our income, and with it, a part of our dignity. What hurts the most is the constant fear. Every sound makes us wonder if it’s the next bomb, the next loss, the next goodbye.
We used to have dreams about the future. Now, all we dream about is making it to tomorrow alive 😪💔
As of today, April 15, 2025, the latest satellite images of our home show that it has been completely destroyed
Why We Are Asking for Help
We are the Anas family like many families in Gaza ordinary people who only wanted peace, a safe home, and a chance to live in dignity. But the war has taken everything from us: our home, our land, our jobs, our dreams, our stability… even our sleep.
It's hard to write this. It's hard to ask for help. But we are desperate.
How You Can Help
Please, if you are reading this, help us. Even a small donation could mean we can sleep under a real roof again, buy medicine, food, or clean water. It could help us bring back a little dignity to our lives.
We started a GoFundMe campaign to help us rebuild what the war destroyed. Every dollar makes a big difference.
* Our Goal: $40,000 USD
* Amount Raised So Far: [$22,236 USD]
We have collected $22,236 raised of $40,000 !🇵🇸
You can donate through the official link:
🔗 🔗 Gofundme link for donations 👇👇👇👇🔗 🔗
Hello everyone,
We are the Anas family, a fam… ANAS MOHESEN needs your support for ANAS family from Gaza,Help Us Rebuild Wha
Even $20 will make a big difference and save us!
If you cannot donate, please share this story. You might reach someone who can.
This isn’t just a story. This is our life. And we're still living through it.
Thank you from the bottom of our hearts.
IMPORTANT: This campaign is real and verified. You can see all updates and amounts raised directly on the GoFundMe link.
You can check here so you can donate with confidence👉verified ✅
If you came from the tags , I want to reassure you, don’t worry, because @gaza-evacuation-funds helps me to make the post reach the largest number of people
Also hi i’m back to share that my friend and I coined a term for Ellie bc she’s so pathetic. Instead of calling her a pillow princess we call her a pillow peasant bc Abby would not give her ass princess treatment. -🦭 (my sign off ig?)
