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Sally Rooney, from an interview with Rosa Lyster, as featured in Hazlitt Magazine (transcription below cut)

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“I find myself compulsive wanting to draw closer to you, touch you, bite you, ruin you, destroy you…”

“However, don’t be afraid.”

“Charlie could never bear to hurt you. The worst thing that I could do to you is… Give you a kiss like I just did.”

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He’ll flash you a charming, confident grin as he slides down your body, kissing along your stomach like he’s in total control. “Missed you, sweetheart,” he murmurs all smooth, like he’s doing you a casual favor. He’s getting pretty good at this boyfriend thing. He’s cool, collected even

But his tail is a fucking snitch.

The second he starts kissing down your thighs, that fluffy tail starts swishing behind him, slow at first, then faster, betraying just how excited he actually is. The closer his mouth gets to your pussy, the twitchier his ears become, flicking and turning toward every little sound you make. By the time he’s eyelevel with your core, breathing hot against your slick folds, his tail is going absolutely crazy.

He buries his face between your thighs with a deep, satisfied groan, tongue dragging up through your wetness like he’s starving. And that’s when his tail really loses it.

Thump. Thump. Thump-thump-thump.

It’s smacking loudly against the floor, then slapping the back of your calves where your legs are draped over his broad shoulders. The more he eats you out, licking, sucking, moaning into your pussy like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted, the wilder it gets. His tail is just going for it, thwacking against your legs, the bed, whatever it can reach, completely out of rhythm with how hard he’s trying to look composed.

You can’t help but giggle breathlessly, threading your fingers through his hair (right at that stupidly hot undercut).

“Val… your tail is going crazy back there.”

He only growls against your clit, refusing to pull back even an inch. His ears are pinned flat with embarrassment but his tongue never stops, licking deeper, messier, more desperate. The tail just wags even harder, like it’s got a mind of its own and it’s thrilled to expose Valko for how he’s exactly where he wants to be, face buried in your sweet pussy, arms wrapped around your thighs, holding you down while he devours you.

He might not admit with words how fucking desperate he is to taste you…