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hypnotized by your pussy

*should I make this into actual writing?

munch!cassie who.. literally will claw at your legs to pull you impossibly closer, resulting in long and skinny yet angry welts along the meat of your thighs

munch!cassie who.. is obsessed with the feeling of your juices on your face, or the fullness of her mouth when you cum

munch!cassie who.. will accidentally overstimulate you by simply just eating away at your pussy, licking and sucking everywhere

"I know I know, but please baby, just one more for daddy.. you can do it, I know you can.."

munch!cassie who.. doesn't give a fuck if you have a bush, she'll gladly search through the jungle for the pot of gold

"baby.. baby, I haven't shaved yet, I don't-"

"Shh, just let daddy get her serving first, baby, then we'll talk later, okay?"

It was said against your stomach as she trailed kisses down between your legs.

munch!cassie who.. will fucking whine if you attempt to pull her away. Cassie mckay, you're older girlfriend, whining because her girlfriend is trying to pull her up for air—you would've found it hot if she wasn't going down on you like a man would to a medium rare steak

munch!cassie who.. practically finds comfort in between your thighs, especially after sex, she'll just lay there in a none sexual way, placing small pecks on the inside of your quivering thighs

She leaned her head against the palm of your hand which rested lightly on your still sensitive thighs, grinning stupidly up at you like a pussy-drunk idiot while blinking slowly as if she was in a daze.

Hello friends 💗Thank you all for your continued support. I am very sorry to tell you that we recently experienced heavy shelling near us.

As a result, we lost everything. My handmade crochet work was burned and destroyed, and now I have to raise money again to buy the basic supplies I need, including crochet hooks, yarn, and threads.

The prices have become extremely high. Right now, I need only $200 to purchase the essential materials and start creating new pieces again.

You can see my previous work on my crochet Instagram page, and you are welcome to message me there if you would like.click here

Please support me in any way you can. If you cannot donate, please consider sharing my story and talking about it with others.

Even $15–$20 could make a real difference in my life.

Thank you for your kindness and support. ❤️

You can watch the video of the shelling through this link.

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These are some of my previous handmade creations. I miss being able to make pieces like these again.

I am Amer, a Palestinian man from Gaza. I live with my wife and four children in indescribable conditions. Despite all this suffering, hope remains in our hearts.

My wife, my children, and I live in a single small tent. We lack the most basic necessities, and our daily lives are full of challenges: power outages, water shortages, and difficulty in securing food and medicine.

The situation in Gaza is tragic, and we face relentless conflict every single day. But I believe that strength lies in unity, and that support, however small, can transform our family's life. I launched this campaign as a plea for hope and an appeal for help to overcome this hardship. All we ask is for the opportunity to live with dignity for my children and my family.

If you hear our story, please share it and offer your support, whether through prayer, a kind word, or any other means. Together, we can make Gaza a better place.

“why’d u stop :((“

“..they’re staring at me.”

he turns them to face away then goes back to rearranging ur guts

YES and i should say this bc Jack is the same but in a completely different way. Pope doesn’t like the staring, but Jack knows they’re your babies. which means they’re his babies.

throwing your heavy bag by the door, you pout as you take in the comfortability of your shared home. lower back aching, feet sore from standing & eyes pulling shut with exhaustion, it’s a relief to see a freshly awoken jack. he’s getting ready for his shift, tying his scrub pants with his toothbrush in his mouth when he hears you trudge up the steps. “hey baby” he casually drawls, brushing his teeth and almost not paying attention. almost.

he notices you don’t answer, and is greeted by the sight of you face down in your shared bed instead. you’re slipping quickly as you pout, “hi daddy, missed you.” “missed me?” “yeah” “yeah? you know daddy loves you? hm?”

you nod sleepily, eyes falling shut when he brings his hand up to scratch at your hair. “take a nap for me, honey” “oh no jackie i can’t, i have so much to d-“ “wasn’t asking baby, c’mon, doctor’s orders” lifting you up by your armpits, unclasping your bra and sliding off your work clothes until you’re in nothing but a pair of panties.

jack pulls the comforter over you with a soft kiss to your forehead, “go t’sleep baby, i’ll come give you a kiss before i leave. kay?”

like he knows it soothes you before bed & gets you extra comfy, so he does it every night(or whenever you’re having anxiety) without a second thought!

and he doesn’t just scratch the same place over & over until it’s raw— no, that’s lazy, and jack abbot is never half-assed when it comes to you.