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They decided on this room and signed the lease the next hour, with Harry putting down the deposit, and everything was settled.

"Alright," Harry said to Daphne as she hugged him warmly. "It's like a dream come true," she said and tightened her embrace, planting a few kisses on his neck. "We'll just live here peacefully, filming, and enjoying life."

Harry caressed the curves of her hips and agreed with every word. "Let's find a moving company and hopefully find some time to relax later."
He placed an office chair in front of the desk, stepped back, and rubbed his hands. Daphne sat on the couch, uploading more explicit photos while Harry dealt with the move. He was already exhausted, and the whole day spent moving old furniture into the apartment had drained him more than he had imagined. "Are you sure you don't need any help?" she asked. "I'm strong too."

"I'm fine," Harry said. "This was the last of it. Are you sure you don't have anything left in your dorm?"

"No," she said with a giggle. "I'm not as rich as you."

"We'll get rich together," Harry said and sat down next to her on the comfortable couch, looking at the white, bright walls and absorbing the beauty of the room. They had open balcony doors, and the salty sea breeze still wafted into the apartment. He listened to the sounds of waves crashing on the shore. It was a surreal feeling, like one of his dreams had come true. "I've always dreamed of living in an apartment like this."

"Me too," she said and looked around. "It's so beautiful... the beach is just a stone's throw away."

"Yes," Harry said. Sitting there, still fully dressed, she placed her hand on his knee and slid it further into his shorts. Harry was dressed because he had been busy with the move until now, and he didn't mind a little eye candy after all the hard work.

"So... here we are." She smiled at him, and he knew exactly what she meant and what she wanted. She wanted his cock inside her, and he had no idea why he had done everything to delay it when he wanted her pussy to grip his cock just as tightly.

"I know what you want... Shouldn't we at least try to get inside you before filming?" Harry asked.

"Are you sure you won't cum?" she asked.

"Even you've noticed that I last longer now."

"That's true," she said. "But you've gotten used to my mouth, tits, and hands... My pussy will be a new sensation."

"I guess we could film that," Harry said. "I mean, if it doesn't work out... we'll still have a few pictures."

She placed both hands on her hips. "And why do you think it won't work?"

"Because of the size. That's why I asked if we should try before filming."

"Yeah, but vaginas are flexible. Try putting a finger inside me."

Harry reached for her pussy, slid his finger from the top down until he reached the entrance of her pink hole, and then inserted one of his fingers. She felt incredibly tight as her walls gripped his finger and held it firmly. "How the hell is my cock going to fit in?"

"I've already masturbated your mouse a few times, you techie!" She reminded him and giggled. "Now try putting two fingers in."

She was right, and Harry wasn't sure why she suddenly wanted his fingers inside her. He inserted his pointed finger, which disappeared into her depths until her walls embraced both of his fingers. She was so wet and warm that he really didn't want to pull them out as they sat hip to hip.

"You see?" she pointed. "It's elastic and should definitely be able to take your cock."

"Okay," Harry said reluctantly and withdrew his two fingers, which were now covered in her honey, dripping down his wrist. "Should we get our equipment ready?"

"Uh-huh," she said and hopped off the couch. "Our first sex scene... It's going to be amazing." Those words triggered something that made Harry's cock twitch. He stood up and followed her to the bedroom. She was already setting up the lighting, even though the room was white and well-lit. He undressed and watched her, seeing more streams than usual flowing from her pussy and trickling down her legs. "Which position should we try first?"

"Missionary would be nice," she said and climbed onto the bed first on her back, then crawled to the center and arranged a few pillows behind her. "Oh my, this bed is so soft."

Harry joined her in bed and stared at her glistening sex before his eyes. He had been waiting for this moment his whole life, but it felt like a dream that it was happening now and that he would finally enter the girl's sex. Daphne had already spread her legs wide with a giggle, opening herself up even more for him.

"That's enough," Harry said, aiming his erection at her entrance.

She giggled, biting her lip, gazing at his cock. "At first, very slowly."

"I wasn't planning on thrusting it right in," Harry said, aiming the tip at her folds and teasingly rubbing it, coating it with her juices. He had brought the head close to her pussy many times before when she was asleep, but each time felt just as good, especially when he observed the moisture from this angle.

He pressed the record button and slowly pushed it inside, so his cock spread her pussy lips, and then the head disappeared inside her. He captured it all on film as he gradually entered her. He groaned and felt like her pussy was choking him as it swallowed one-third of his cock. He made sure to film her facial expression too as she gripped the pillow and took deep breaths while he pushed his manhood deeper into her pink interior.

"Oh, that's nice," she whispered, and instead squeezed her breasts as he stretched her pussy. When he reached halfway, it was the thickest part of his girth, and he encountered fierce resistance and overwhelming pleasure. Harry started to breathe heavily because it was a sensation unlike any other when her walls clenched around his cock, and suddenly he almost dropped the camera as an orgasm surged from nowhere, and her naked walls fluttered around his sensitive head.

"Oh," Harry said, and he already knew that if he pulled out, he would come, and he knew that if he stayed here, he would also come.

"Okay," Daphne said with a wink and didn't judge him, probably knowing where he was due to the faces he was making. Harry slowly pulled out of her sweet hole, then pushed back inside, emptying himself into her and flooding her pink cave with his creamy seed.
"Wow," Harry said. His knees buckled, and his hips moved in pursuit of that sweet friction as he remained inside her. He just wanted it to last longer; it was too intense, and he couldn't hold back, but the pleasure he felt made him want to experience it again and again.

With a sigh, he soaked her pussy. He pulled his cock out and watched as a river of cum followed him like an avalanche. He should have brought a towel, as he looked at the endless creampie, which appeared like a work of art. He pressed pause and felt like he owed her an apology. "Damn, I'm sorry."

"No," she said and took his hand. "I had a feeling that would happen. We can try again later, maybe in a position that won't be as pleasurable for you."

"What was it like for you?"

"Oh," she said with a giggle. "I want to have you inside me every day, that's how it felt. You filled me like no one else before."

"I felt like you were choking me."

"In a way, you were," she said. "Does the creampie look good?"

"It looks like a waterfall of cum cascading from your slit."

"Make sure you take some pictures too," she said with a wink.

Harry took a few pictures of her creampie, and finally, he could lean back and relax. He handed her the camera, then jumped out of bed. "Where are you going?" she asked, patting the spot next to her.

"I'll just get a towel. We should have thought about that earlier."

"That's another thing," she said joyfully. "My pussy is drenched."

"It's not just a feeling," Harry reminded her. "It really is." He rushed to the bathroom and returned, sliding a towel under her and trying to clean up what was on the bedsheet. "Don't worry about the sheets. I'll try to wash them tomorrow."

He sat next to her as she watched the video, and her smile grew with each passing minute. "It looks so good... and different, even if it was just one thrust."

"Do you think so?" Harry asked, and she rewound the clip for him. She was right. It certainly looked different compared to other porn clips, and Harry knew that men generally crave novelty. "It doesn't look bad."

"See," she said joyfully. "We could work on something like that then. Do you think you're ready for round two later?"

The clock struck nine, so it would definitely be possible. "I think so," Harry said. "My libido has been through the roof lately, so it shouldn't be a problem."

"I know," she said and crawled to his feet, noticing that his cock was still leaking. She wrapped her lips around the tip and sucked him in deeply.

"Oh, Daphne," Harry said, running his fingers through her hair. "Hmm." She nodded, sucking out the last drops of cum, making him shudder with pleasure, and he set the camera aside. He just leaned back and enjoyed the feeling of her mouth on his cock as she gave him a thorough blowjob. She kissed him and looked at him.

"Maybe we'll go to the beach later... swim in the late evening?" she suggested, swallowing his load. "You shouldn't have sucked me so hard," Harry said, making her laugh.

"I apologize for that."

He waved it off. "I'll stay hard regardless of whether you're nearby," Harry said. "Let's go to the beach tomorrow. It's getting late, and I'm tired from moving furniture."
"Okay," she said. "I think I could come back and suck you then."

Harry found it hard to resist her as she directed her pink lips straight to his cock. "Let's just send the clips for now."

"As you wish."

They got up and walked over to his desk. She giggled as she uploaded the photos, and then they exchanged glances as she was about to upload the video. She typed "James" in the title field and chuckled.

Harry laughed along with her, finding it amusing as well. After posting the clip, as usual, they promoted it on porn sites and Reddit. They stepped out onto the balcony to get some fresh air, seeing the waves crashing on the beach and the sun setting over the ocean. She rested her elbows on the railing and gazed outside.

"Such a beautiful place," she said. "And to live here in peace with someone like you."

"I feel you," Harry said, placing his arm over her shoulder. "Shall we go grab something to eat?"

"Okay," she said, turning to him. "Can I pick the place?"

"What do you have in mind?"

"Something local."

"Are you tired of sandwiches?"

"No, I just want something different after sucking you for several days in a row." Harry laughed along with her and let his hand slide down to her butt, squeezing her body. "Give me a moment, and I'll find something."

He stayed on the balcony a little longer while she went inside and started Googling. He stood alone, gazing at the setting sun and reminiscing about the times when he was alone, dreaming of being able to afford to live in a place like this. The view was magical, and being self-employed meant freedom, but then there was the work itself, which was a dream unlike any other, and it was much better to be sociable than sitting isolated in a dusty room, rotting away alone. It really was a dream come true.

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