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Daddy all the time had a special fondness for my lips, finding them incredibly alluring. It was only a few days after my eighteenth birthday when he casually showed me a meme on his phone. The video featured a girl with an enchanting pair of lips, skillfully devouring an ice cream cone in the most captivating manner feasible.

Curious, I asked Daddy what those lips were called. With a smirk on his face, he revealed the secret to me.

“They’re called DSL’s,” he uttered, his eyes filled with a mixture of amusement and surprise at my innocence.

“DSL’s?” I repeated, genuinely intrigued.

Daddy nodded, as if implying that I should have known better. His laughter resonated in that moment, causing a delightful tingle to run down my spine.

“Not what you were expecting, huh?” he teased, sipping his morning coffee while scrolling through TikTok. I, on the other hand, sat comfortably on his lap, attempting to solve a crossword puzzle.

Most daughters wouldn’t have found themselves nestled in their father’s lap at the tender age of eighteen. But then again, we were far from the typical; neither conventional nor customary. I glimpsed his undeniable arousal, proving that he too deviated from the typical.

I shook my head, clearly taken aback by his revelation. As I shifted on his lap, I couldn’t help but notice his hardness growing beneath me.

Curiosity got the better of me, and I decided to play along with his game. “So, what kind do I have? Lips, I mean,” I asked him, adopting a flirtatious tone.

Daddy hesitated for a moment, his eyes gleaming with mischief. But that fleeting pause only heightened my anticipation.

“Do you really want to know?” he responded, his voice laced with mischievous allure.

My nod was met with swift action as Daddy swiftly lifted me up and guided me to my knees. He exposed his impressive length, leaving me in awe of its size and girth. It was truly a magnificent beast. As I finally took it into my mouth, I could barely wrap my lips around its sheer immensity.

“These kind,” he uttered amidst a chorus of delightful moans, gratified by my inquiry. “Does that answer your question, baby girl?”

Gripping my hair firmly, he unleashed an eruption of passion into my willing throat. I succumbed to its intoxicating essence, utterly consumed by his potent essence.

That moment became an irresistible addiction, a door that I would never close again.

From that point forward, I never doubted my ability to arouse and fulfill a man with my tantalizing lips.

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