#sinningzone

I’m a survivor from Gaza, holding on to hope in a world that has fallen apart around me. 💔

The life I once knew — my home, my family, my sense of safety — has been shattered by war. Today, I live among the ruins, trying to find a path forward through the rubble and heartbreak. 🏚

Every moment is a battle against fear and uncertainty. What was once ordinary — a safe place to sleep, a future to dream of — now feels like a distant memory. 🕊️

I share my story not to seek pity, but to keep hope alive — to believe that even in the darkest places, kindness can still find a way. 🤍

If my story touches your heart, please consider sharing it or offering support. Every voice, every act of care, brings me one step closer to safety. ✨

Thank you for taking the time to listen. 🙏

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“ C’mon, Bocchi, think of it. We’ll be beyond famous… And I won’t have to ask you to treat me to lunch, anymore. “

@sinningzone

Excerpt from Pray for Us Sinners. 🥹🫰

Now she was excited. She always did like Weiss, in both ways, so the thought of giving herself to the Heiress already got her weak in the knees. Given the ten minutes, she would soon walk into Weiss's room with a smirk.

"So, birthday girl, ready to fuck me?~"

SHOCKED GASP

Unfortunately for Fischl, she was far more delusion than grandeur. Focusing more on theatrics than actually attacking the Hilichurls, she didn't even react in time to stop them from grabbing her by her twintails and slamming her lips down one of their cocks. Not only did it stop her incessant droning, replacing it with fervent moaning, it kept her from calling forth Oz. Forcibly separated from her grandiose words, her familiar, and her bow, the blonde was completely helpless as the Hilichurl bobbed her head up and down its musky shaft, bulging her throat out.

As they were rarely found alone, Fischl would soon find herself surrounded by more Hilichurls, faces inscrutable under their masks, the only indication of their sapience being the occasional growl or incomprehensible chitter. Clawed hands tore at her clothes until she was completely bare save for her eyepatch, shreds of the garments littering the camp.

While the Hilichurls often came off as impetuous savages, they deftly shifted her ever so slightly so one could slip underneath her, forcing her pussy down its cock, while a third pounced, spearing her tight anus with its own member. The Hilichurls' muscular bodies bounced Fischl between them, her modest chest bouncing with every thrust. Six hands gripped her hair, her arms behind her back, and her breasts, leaving her without a single hope of resistance or escape, and far more stimulation than she could take.

If Fischl thought she'd be released after the three creatures had painted her insides with their hot, sticky cum, she was sorely mistaken, and they kept going at her for many, many rounds. They swapped holes and positions, until she had been granted a bevy of new sexual experience she certainly hadn't been expecting. By the time they finally finished, Fischl was left partially submerged in the sheer volume of cum her body couldn't contain.

Even then, thundering footsteps approached the immobile girl, signaling she wasn't even through the worst of it yet...