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Lily is draped across Daddy's lap like a pampered cat. Her body is a masterpiece of artificial perfection her skin is flawless, her lips are permanently swollen from constant sucking, and her massive breasts jiggle with every manic giggle she lets out. Her hair is bleached to a blinding platinum, and her eyes hold the sharp, cruel sparkle of someone who knows she's won.

"Mmmph~! Ohhhh~ Daddy~" Lily gurgles, her voice breaking into a high pitched titter as she slides her mouth down the length of his pale, thick cock.

As she works him with a shameless, aggressive hunger, her mind drifts not to anger or protest, but to a place of pure, condescending amusement. She remembers the 'old days.' She remembers the taste of women, the soft friction of pussy, the endless conversations about 'empowerment.' A genuine, cruel laugh bubbles up in her throat, muffled by the cock in her mouth.

God, how pathetic were we? she thinks, her eyes narrowing with disdain as she imagines her former activist friends. Those stupid, angry girls, clinging to each other like they actually had something worth having.

The memory of licking a lesbian's pussy feels alien now tasteless, weak, and utterly unsatisfying. To Lily, that old life feels like eating cardboard compared to the rich, salty, overwhelming power of Daddy's cock. Sucking cock isn't just a preference; it's a superior experience that makes everything else feel small and worthless.

"You're thinking about those stupid girls again, aren't you, princess~?" Daddy rumbles, running a hand down her spine, feeling the tremor of her arousal.

Lily pulls off the cock for a split second, a string of saliva connecting her to him. She flashes a vicious, beautiful smile. "Those girls are so embarrassing, Daddy~" she giggles, her voice dripping with venomous condescension. "They're all still out there pretending to be happy. But me? I actually found something real~"