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"I snatched it and rushed here as fast as I could," she admitted.

Harry leaned on his desk, resting his chin on his hands, lost in thought. "Those masturbation pictures were fantastic."

"We can get creative," she suggested, looking around the apartment. "I could take your mouse and turn it on. Guys would probably go crazy seeing that."

Harry glanced at his expensive mouse but couldn't resist the temptation of using it in such a tantalizing way. After some consideration, he agreed. "Great idea. It's all yours."

"You've touched me, but I haven't touched you," she said, throwing him a teasing look. Harry immediately placed his hand on her skirt, but she rolled her eyes. "Inside me."

"As you wish," Harry said, slipping his hand under her skirt and encountering her soaking wet pussy. It was so wet that he easily slid a finger inside, feeling her walls clench around him.

"Are you always this wet?" Harry asked as her pussy tightened around his finger.

"Only when you're nearby," she admitted.

"Alright," Harry said, withdrawing his hand and quickly licking his fingers. She tasted sweet like honey. "I'll set up the lighting. See if you can find something interesting to use."

"Will do," she said before hopping off the chair and going on a search. Harry didn't waste time arranging the lighting. When he looked down at his painfully erect member, he knew it was time to remove his shorts. He pulled them down, along with his underwear, freeing his rock-hard cock, which stood tall and proud, harder than ever before. It was a far cry from a week ago when he was perpetually flaccid, and an erection was a rare occurrence. Harry wasn't complaining; it felt fantastic to be alive.

Daphne emerged from the bathroom, wearing only panties, her breasts swaying freely. She tossed a towel onto the bed. "For your face, so we don't make a mess."

"Of course," Harry said with a laugh. She also held the remote control for the air conditioning and a bottle of shampoo. "I want these inside," she said, giving him a meaningful look to gauge his consent.

"Go all out," Harry Potter said. "After all, we need to be original." He picked up the camera and watched as Daphne jumped back onto his bed, raising herself and pulling down her panties, revealing her alluring pussy. Harry was mesmerized, staring at her femininity like it was a timeless work of art – symmetrical, pink, and glistening.
"I've got the perfect title for this," she said, biting her lip as she positioned his mouse near her entrance.

"I'm all ears," Harry replied, camera at the ready, exploring different angles.

"James's not around, and I couldn't find my vibrators," she explained, circling the mouse near her lips. "Don't expose me."

A smile appeared on Harry's face. "That's pure gold." He brought the camera closer to capture her entire pussy and watched through the screen as she slowly inserted the mouse. He raised an eyebrow, surprised by its girth, almost matching his own cock. Daphne's expression was heavenly, as if the mouse had taken her to nirvana. Harry took a few pictures.

"This is incredible," he exclaimed with a smile.

She moaned as she pulled the soaked mouse out. Harry lazily wiped it off with a towel, leaving it as a memento. "It's so thick." She reached for the remote control, glancing at Harry. "Ready?"

Harry gave her a thumbs-up, moving the camera closer, capturing the mouse as it disappeared inside her, leaving only the tip exposed.

"Just watch out for the edges," she cautioned.

"Hard to do when I'm so eager to watch you masturbate with it," she giggled as Harry took photos.

"Alright," Harry said. She handed him the mouse, which he quickly wiped with a towel. Then she picked up a shampoo bottle. "Look at the camera... It's amazing." Harry took several shots, and they repeated the process in different positions. Sometimes he forgot to press the shutter button while admiring her glistening pussy, imagining what it would be like to penetrate her with his own cock and wondering how her wet walls would feel wrapped around him.

On all fours, she turned her neck to look at him. "What are you staring at?"

She shattered his daydream bubble, but Harry soon realized that the dream was right in front of him. He brought the camera to her backside, inhaling her musky, feminine scent emanating from her pink entrance, taking numerous photos of the shampoo bottle stretching her. He gave her a thumbs-up.

"You know what?" Harry said, still lost in fantasies of penetrating her. "We should occasionally create a scene where I catch you masturbating with my mouse, and you know, you should be punished for it."

She laughed. "That would be hilarious... And that's a punishment I definitely can't wait for."

"Me neither," Harry said, joining her on the bed, their hips close together as they looked at the pictures together.

"Do you think they'll like it?" she asked, leaning her shoulder against his.

"Absolutely," Harry replied, feeling more excited than he ever had in his life, a droplet of precum already oozing from the tip of his penis. "You've definitely turned me on, and there are many players who will go crazy when they see the mouse picture."

She reached for his shaft, wrapping her fingers around its base. "You know what would drive them even crazier?"

"The face, right?" Harry nodded eagerly.

She nodded in agreement. "I thought we could start with a blowjob scene, and then merge it with a titty-fucking scene afterward."

"Sounds fantastic," Harry agreed. "I'm ready whenever you are," she said, licking her full, red lips.

Harry glanced down at his throbbing cock. "I'm more than ready."

They decided to try a new position with her sitting on the edge of the bed. As she stared at his erect penis, Harry couldn't help but wonder how long he would last.

"I think I can last a bit longer," Harry Potter said. "Although I'll warn you when you should stop."

He set the camera above her face and pressed the record button. Gently stroking him, she opened her mouth and took him inside. Harry felt the underside of his penis slide along her wet tongue before she closed her mouth tightly around him.

"Hmm," he groaned. "Don't stop," he said, watching as his cock slid in and out of her mouth, her head bobbing, and her throat muscles contracting as she tried to take him deeper, occasionally even gagging. She looked at him without stopping her oral efforts. But when his fingers curled tightly, warning bells rang in his head, and he knew he had to stop her before reaching climax prematurely. She got off him with a snap and looked at him with a smile.

"A little too intense for you?" she teased.

"You almost had me there," Harry admitted, wiping his brow. He preferred to finish on her face while titty-fucking her in bed than in this position.

"Okay," she said. "Should we move on to titty-fucking?"

"I'm ready whenever you are."

She climbed onto the bed, leaned back against the mattress, and scooted toward the pillows. Harry helped her slide a pillow under her head, and she brought her breasts to her mouth, making sure they were well lubricated with saliva. Then she offered them to him, and Harry spat on them, creating a slick puddle in the valley of her breasts.

"My cock is already dripping from your blowjob," Harry noted.

"Extra lubrication won't hurt," she said eagerly, the desire evident in her eyes.

As Harry sat on her legs, ready to slide his cock between her cleavage, he realized something. "By the way, you'll have it all over your hair," he pointed out. He hated to interrupt such an exciting moment because he was just as aroused as she was, thanks to all the erotic photos they had taken.

"Relax," she chuckled, giving him a seductive look at his throbbing member. "I'm a girl. Why do you think your load would overwhelm me? Besides, your shower is spacious and enjoyable. You can help me clean up, and we'll be even."

Harry's cock pulsed at her seductive words, and the idea of sharing a shower with her sounded incredibly tempting. "Alright," he agreed. Harry spat into his hand again, coating his cock, and then slowly pushed it between the valley of her breasts until it touched her chin. She squeezed her breasts together, and Harry aimed the camera at her, recording the hot action. He told her, "Instead, open your mouth."

She agreed, trying to catch the head with her mouth. It looked like pure magic, and as Harry continued to film, he knew this titty-fucking scene would be as amazing as their first face scene.
Harry increased the pace of his thrusts, and the bed creaked in response. He was nearing climax, bracing one hand against the wall as he passionately fucked her delightful breasts. His moans filled the room, and he could see the excitement in her eyes, knowing she was on the brink of ecstasy. Finally, he couldn't hold back any longer and didn't try to delay it. The orgasm surged violently as his cock was stimulated by her soft breasts. Harry bit his lower lip, thrust his hips one last time, and directed his cock towards her face. Streams of cum shot out, hitting her chin and splattering across her face. He pulled his cock back and thrust it into her cleavage again, milking himself and spraying cum across her upper body and breasts.

In the end, she had cum all over her face, hair, and upper body. "Let me suck some of that out of you," she demanded, sitting upright and taking Harry's cock into her mouth, cleaning him up before tending to herself, while cum dribbled down her messy face and upper body. Harry continued to film, feeling like he was in heaven.

She descended from his cock after sucking every last drop of cum from him. She placed both hands on her hips, and even with that mess on her face, her expression was hard to decipher. "You owe me a shower."

"Let's hop in," Harry said. They both got out of bed, but she immediately grabbed his cock.

"Hi, I'm blind. You'll have to lead me."

"My mistake," Harry said and led her to the bathroom. He carefully guided her into the shower, making sure nothing was in their way, and then turned on the water. There was enough space for both of them, and he stood in front of her, allowing his hands to roam freely over her body, washing and exploring at the same time. "How's the water temperature?"

"It's perfect," she said, and after washing the cum off her face, her smile was visible again. "Now I can finally see you."

"You look beautiful as always," Harry said, embracing her wet buttocks as she surrounded them with steam.

"How did it look on my face?" she asked, trying to close the gap between them, her nipples brushing against him before she pressed her breasts against his chest. "If this doesn't bring in any subscribers, I don't know what will."

"Was it that good?"

"It was amazing," Harry said.

"And what did it feel like for you?"

"You can only imagine," he said with a chuckle. "Your breasts are so warm and soft... With the help of saliva, it feels like heaven."

"I love my breasts too," she said as her breath tickled his neck. "If you clean them up, I can clean up your cock."

"It's already cleaned up," Harry said, caressing her plump, wet buttocks. "Besides, I don't want to let you go."

"I don't want to let you go either."

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