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Harry's frustration grew as he stared at the computer screen. His boss had called him an hour ago, wondering why it was taking him so long to fix the bug. One of his colleagues was helping him with the code, which wasn't embarrassing but certainly stressful. His thoughts were consumed by Daphne, her enticing appearance, and her vivacious personality. Focusing on the dull code was a challenge when scenes of her nakedness kept playing in his mind, a reward he knew awaited him at the end of the day.

Yesterday was full of joy. He had come home in high spirits, but now he was back to his mundane job. He couldn't help but compare the excitement he felt working on their new venture to the drudgery of his regular work. Fortunately, he had managed to order the equipment Daphne had requested, and it had already arrived.
Harry felt grateful for taking this new step in his life. Continuing down the same path was no longer an option, and he had grown weary of solving endless problems while his boss yelled at him. The paycheck was decent, but he knew there were better opportunities out there.

As he struggled with yet another computer error, he began to daydream about Daphne and the time they had spent together. Her beauty had left an indelible mark on his mind, and he couldn't stop thinking about her.

A message from his boss interrupted his thoughts, and he couldn't contain his frustration. He longed for the days when he could break free from coding and make money on OnlyFans, working for himself.

Realizing he had an hour to clean his apartment and set up the equipment, Harry got to work. He cleaned diligently, something he hadn't bothered with much since he had been living alone. Setting up the lighting should have been a straightforward task, but his mind was preoccupied with thoughts of Daphne.

His phone rang, and the sight of her name on the caller ID brought a sense of relief. "What's up?"

"I'll be there in a minute, just letting you know," she said, her voice filled with urgency and excitement. Harry couldn't help but smile; her voice was a welcome distraction from his stress. "Alright, I'm setting up the lighting now."

"I can't wait, kisses," she said quickly.

"Bye," Harry replied, ending the call. He wondered whether he should kiss her, but one thing was certain: he needed to regain his social skills.

He called her, and a moment later, she stood at his door, looking as stunning as ever. She immediately demanded a hug, and Harry obliged.

"So nice to see you again," she said, taking off her glasses. Her scent of honey and vanilla filled the air, and Harry couldn't help but appreciate it. "You too."

"Weren't you going to kiss me or something?" she teased.

"No, I just finished work and had to clean up, so my mind was all over the place," Harry explained.

"I forgive you, don't worry," she reassured him.

Harry led her into his bedroom, and she looked around. "It'll do for now, but eventually, we should find something bigger."

"First, we need to earn some money," Harry replied. "And we will," she said, her confidence shining through.

She took a few purple pillows out of her bag and placed them on the bed. As she bent over to spread the sheets, Harry couldn't help but admire the view. "Do you go to the gym or something?"

"Of course," she replied. "And you?"

Harry shook his head, recalling traumatic experiences from the past. "It's a bit hard to hide my... assets."

"Just wear loose shorts," she suggested. "I can give you a tour and we could go together sometime if you're interested."

For now, Harry kept his deeper trauma to himself. "I'll think about it. Right now, I have a lot on my plate."

"You need to prioritize your well-being," she said, looking genuinely concerned. "Working yourself to death isn't the ideal solution."

"Believe me, I've thought about it for a while. But for now, let's have some fun," Harry replied.

"Indeed," she agreed, patting the spot next to her on the bed. "I can sit here and show you how the camera works."

"It's not exactly rocket science," Harry joked.

She mimicked his tone and chuckled. "Come on, aren't you excited?"

"I am," Harry replied truthfully. "But this is usually how I sound."

Daphne chuckled, recognizing the differences between them as a guy and a girl. She began to demonstrate how the camera worked, but Harry was more interested in its specifications.

"It's quite a nice camera," Harry remarked, softly whistling to himself.

"Yes, if only my parents knew what we'd be using it for," Daphne replied with a mischievous giggle. "It was the first Muggle equipment they ever bought."

Harry shrugged. "You're an adult now; you can do whatever you want."

Daphne nodded, accepting his point of view. "Alright, maybe we should start with those 'adult' things?"

"Sure," Harry agreed, taking the camera from her hands. He stood and waited as she tried to remove her top. While she struggled to take it off, the moment seemed to pass in slow motion, but her top got caught in the clasps of her bra.

"Ugh, not this again," she muttered.

"Need some help?" Harry offered. "Sure, it's stuck somewhere."

Upon closer examination, Harry realized that the top was stuck in the middle of her bra. With a gentle maneuver, he managed to free it, and his fingers brushed against her youthful breasts. "There you go," he said as the top came off her head. Her breasts jiggled, causing a reaction in Harry that made him want more.

"Give me a moment," Daphne said, looking at him seductively. She unclasped her bra, which fell to the floor. She pushed it aside, revealing her breasts with rosy pink nipples. For her age, she had an impressive cleavage.

"They look like a work of art," Harry praised her.

Daphne teasingly taunted him, "I was thinking of squeezing your penis between them later, but I was afraid you'd push them apart. Just kidding, it will fit perfectly between my boobs."

"Alright," Harry said, enchanted by the sight of the first naked female breasts he had ever seen in his life. The view did not disappoint. Daphne lay on the bed, her breasts bouncing enticingly. She directed him on which photos to take, and Harry eagerly snapped away.

"You know," Harry suggested, "it would look sexier if you held a book."

"Do you think so?" Daphne asked.

"Hey, I'm not gay," Harry replied with a chuckle. "That's why all the lonely women fail on OnlyFans. They don't have a guy to guide them."

Harry handed her a few coding books. "Sit down and just read them, look modest and shy, like you're reading topless." He moved to capture angles that would appeal to their audience. Even though they had just started, things were picking up pace, and Harry started to break a sweat. Despite the slightly lower temperature, Daphne's beauty took his breath away.

"That should be enough; check them, and I'll turn on the air conditioning," Harry said.

"I'm sweating like crazy," Daphne noticed, taking the camera from him.

"You're the one who's hot," Harry replied with a smile.

Daphne smiled and scrolled through the photos. "I love them!"

"Guys love pink more," Harry teased.

"We'll get there," Daphne assured him, continuing to browse. "By the way, do you know how to upload them to OnlyFans?"

Harry shrugged. "Hey, it's not rocket science." He turned on the air conditioner and joined her.

Daphne playfully nudged him. "Maybe for you. Do you know how much computers intimidate me?"

Harry admitted, "I have no idea."

"Just to give you an idea, way more than your penis," Daphne confessed with a mischievous smile.

Harry couldn't help but recall her reaction when she first saw his penis. She leaned closer to him, her voice lowering to a whisper. "I want to see it again."
"We need to get to work," Harry reminded her, even though he didn't mind the idea of undressing with her.

"Yeah... but it would be more fun if we were both naked, don't you think?" Daphne asked, her voice a seductive purr. "Don't leave me hanging."

"Alright," Harry agreed, and they both set the camera aside, undressing simultaneously. Their eyes remained fixed on each other's intimate areas, and Daphne burst into laughter when she saw Harry's penis again.

"I can't believe how big it is," she exclaimed, covering her cheeks with her hands.

Harry warned her, "Don't touch it just yet."

"Just look, no touching," she replied, sliding off her panties, revealing a pink, crisp, symmetrical slit. A wet spot adorned the fabric in the middle. It was a sight that Harry had never seen in porn, and he was overcome by a primal desire to devour her, especially since his penis was as hard as a rocket about to launch.

"What do you think, James? About my treasure you'll be searching for?" she asked.

Harry laughed, savoring the moment. "It's beautiful, Bambi."

"Are you always this hard, just like that?" she inquired, climbing onto the bed and spreading her scent and honey on the sheets.

"It's hard not to be around you," Harry admitted.

"I understand. I'm wet too, as you can see. I brought some lubricant just in case, but it seems it wasn't needed," she said.

Harry shook his head, looking at the glistening beads of desire on her pussy, some of which were dripping and spreading down her legs. "It won't be necessary."

"Could you bring me my vibrators? I can't reach them from here, and your bed is quite comfortable."

"Sure," Harry said, reaching into her bag and retrieving the toys. Then he sniffed his own fingers, catching the musky, sticky scent from her pussy. "Did you wash these?"

"Oops," she said, blushing. "Sorry."

Harry waved it off. "I don't mind." He guided her through various photos and positions that would arouse their viewers more. They took many pictures with and without the toys. She inserted one of her vibrators deep into her pussy, sliding it in and out, each time it emerged soaked and sticky. She even licked it clean and held it inside her while reading a book. Teasing himself with her was almost unbearable for Harry. He had never experienced such agony, but he imagined countless scenes they could film together.

"Help me push in the dildo," she requested on all fours. Harry took it, and his fingers were coated in her honey. She spread her cheeks, and he aimed at her wettest hole. Slowly, inch by inch, he pushed it into her.

"Hmmm," she moaned.

"Does it feel good?" Harry asked.

"A few more inches to go."

Harry gave the dildo another push, stretching her pink entrance, resembling a work of art. "Is everything alright?"

She eagerly nodded and looked over her shoulder. "Why does it look like it hurts you?"

"Don't worry about that for now," Harry replied, trying to ignore his discomfort.

"Hey, we're a team, and I care about you," her tone was no longer as playful as before.

Her seriousness surprised Harry, and he realized he owed her an explanation. "Have you heard of blue balls?"
She nodded. "I've heard of it."

"Sure thing."

"Maybe I could give you a blowjob, and then you'd get an erection again?" she suggested.

"It would be better to save that for yourself. A guy likes to impress with an impressive load."

"I understand," she said. "So, another pose?"

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