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Harry licked his lips, savoring her sweetness. The kiss made time stand still, and he almost forgot to respond. "Let's try to come up with a few more scenes."

"I'm already thinking," she said with a smile. They parted ways, and Harry remembered that it was already late. He had to hurry back home. As she left him, he began to feel anxious, knowing that there was nothing to expect tomorrow.

Harry sighed, struggling with yet another block of code, frustrated by error messages. His concentration slipped as thoughts of her panties and the way he covered them with his sperm continued to invade his mind. Her naked body kept appearing in his thoughts, and he longed for a break, relief from the stress and monotony of his current life.

Yesterday, they didn't advertise themselves much, and Harry doubted they had gained many followers. He sighed, feeling his fingers itching to check their OnlyFans account. He noticed a few angry messages from work, but he resisted the temptation to respond with profanities. Instead, he imagined the satisfaction it would bring.

Needing a break, he decided to check OnlyFans. After logging in, he took a sip of water, almost choking when he saw that they suddenly had fifty fans. Harry coughed and scratched his neck, and his nose hit the screen with excitement. He quickly glanced through the comments.

"Look at that fucking cock... Beauty and the beast." Some were even offering twenty bucks for a blowjob, praising her face as a work of art. Harry was overwhelmed. It was his first significant earnings made independently. He hurried to Reddit and found their post where his cock between her breasts gained a thousand upvotes, and her face even more.

"Damn it," Harry muttered to himself as he realized it was the beginning of something monumental. He turned back to his computer, staring at the avalanche of unread messages and constant calls from his boss. Just the sight of his boss's face irritated him beyond measure, and he couldn't take it any longer.

With reluctant determination, Harry answered the phone, and as soon as he did, his boss erupted like a volcano, roaring as if a heart attack was imminent. "What's going on, Harry? I'm starting to get tired of reminding you..."

"You know what," Harry interrupted him, seething with anger, ready to release the suppressed rage that had been choking him for years. His boss had been exploiting him and the entire team for too long, and Harry had reached his breaking point. "Fuck you, fuck your fat ass, and fuck your company!" he shouted into the phone, defiantly flipping his boss off through the webcam before abruptly ending the call. The last image he captured was the shock in his boss's widening eyes.

Without hesitation, Harry headed to his workspace, driven by an unstoppable urge to rebel. He proceeded to code a penis onto the company's product page and, in a final act of defiance, live-published it on the company's website. In the group chat, he declared, "Suck hard!" And with that, he walked away, liberating himself from the clutches of his soul-crushing job.

When Harry leaned back in his office chair, he took a deep breath. Euphoria washed over him, overwhelmed by the sheer relief of being liberated. He placed his hand over his heart, acknowledging that he had broken free from the chains that had bound him for so long, escaping the prison of his mundane job. It felt like a miniature orgasm, almost as satisfying as when he released his load on Daphne's face. He reminded himself that there would be more exciting moments like this in the near future.

He rose from his chair, approached the window, opened it, and leaned outside. Taking a deep breath, he immediately felt a surge of optimism and a return of his well-being because he had something to look forward to. If Daphne could persuade her friends to join them, it would be worth its weight in gold. What if they managed to break into the top ten? What about reaching the ranks of the top creators? What about building from there? What about becoming multimillionaires, just by engaging in passionate escapades with a group of young, naked girls throughout the day? It was a wild dream, but for once in his wretched life, Harry felt that it wasn't too far from his grasp. His manhood was already pressing against the windowsill, rising as eagerly as he needed to see and feel the hope that Harry himself felt. He unzipped his fly and set it free. It had been confined for too long and deserved to bask in the daylight. It pointed straight towards the sky like a rocket ready for liftoff. They were heading in that direction, and he was certain of it.

Suddenly, his phone rang, disrupting his precious daydream. He thought it was his boss, and he was right. "Suck my dick," he told him, hung up, and immediately blocked the number. He scrolled down to Daphne's number. There weren't too many numbers there, and as soon as he saw her pretty face, he felt butterflies in his stomach. He called her, and she picked up within seconds.

"What's up?" she answered, sounding excited. "Not much—" Harry began to say, but she interrupted him.

"I thought you were at work?" Harry Potter asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Did you see it?" Daphne responded, excitement in her voice, trying to speak quietly so no one else could hear.

"I saw it! Fifty fans! That's ridiculous!" Harry exclaimed, pleasantly surprised.

"It was way more than I expected."

"I just refreshed, and now it's sixty!"

"Really?" Harry rushed back to his computer and switched tabs. After refreshing the page, he saw it for himself: sixty fans. "Wow, it's growing so fast."

"As fast as you're getting hard," Daphne teased him. "By the way, aren't you supposed to be working? I thought you told me not to call until evening."

"I told my boss to fuck off," Harry revealed. "I'm all in on this."

"Oh my God. I'm so excited; you have no idea!" Daphne exclaimed, barely containing her enthusiasm. "I can't believe you did this!"

"I felt almost as good as when I came on your face."

Daphne giggled. "I'm literally shaking."

"Can you come over after your classes? I'll go through the comments to see what they're interested in, and we should brainstorm more scenes."

"Of course! Hugs, kisses, and sex!" Daphne replied with a mischievous smile.

"Same to you."

Harry hung up, feeling a weight lifted off his shoulders. Since it wasn't lunchtime yet, he decided to go outside for some fresh air. He was too excited to focus on work, so he left the apartment and went to a spot with a view of the sea. The sound of waves crashing against the rocks and the cries of seagulls provided a soothing backdrop, calming his racing mind.

As he walked past several beachfront apartments, Harry couldn't stop dreaming about the possibility of owning such a place. Maybe even a penthouse, or perhaps an entire island? His imagination ran wild with dreams that now seemed within reach.

Upon returning to his apartment, Harry was surprised to find Daphne waiting outside. She was wearing a mini skirt and a pink top, and the sunlight accentuated her radiant beauty.

"Did you come during your lunch break?" Harry asked.

Daphne shook her head and embraced him with a mischievous smile on her face. "Do you know what I did?" she asked, excitement palpable in her voice.

"I don't," Harry replied, enjoying her closeness as his excitement grew. His manhood started stiffening, feeling her breath on his neck.

"I told my professor to go screw himself," Daphne said, her giggle laced with mischief. "Now, I'm all yours."

Harry boldly grabbed her behind and squeezed it. "You're my girl."

Their lips met in a passionate kiss, and Harry's right hand remained on her behind. Daphne's chest rose and fell rapidly as their lips and tongues danced together. Harry felt a surge of unfamiliar emotions that made him want to hold onto this rare connection for a lifetime.

Breaking the kiss, Harry looked into Daphne's eyes and realized he had fallen in love with her, something he had never experienced before. Seeing her smile, he knew she felt the same.

"I was in the mood for an adventure," she confessed. "Taking a leap of faith."

"I need someone like you in my life," Harry admitted.

Daphne bit her lower lip and nodded eagerly, her arms still wrapped around his neck. "Together, we'll reach for the stars. I'm sure of it."

Harry's manhood throbbed intensely. "What do you say we do some work and then relax a bit?"

Daphne enthusiastically agreed, "I like your work ethic."

"Come on. I didn't do much. After I called you, I went for a walk."

"To clear your head of all those emotions?" Daphne asked.

"Exactly. It was so unexpected."

"What's unexpected?" she asked. "You're well-endowed. A guy like that will always attract attention."

"Sure," Harry replied, realizing that having a well-endowed member does attract attention. He probably made a mistake hiding it all these years. "I mean, where has it been all these years?" He chuckled, wondering if she was joking, but it seemed like she was serious. "Hidden."

"Why?" Daphne asked.

"It's a long story," Harry Potter said, scratching his neck. "But we can save it for another time. Let's get down to business now."

As soon as Harry uttered those words, his excitement surged, knowing what awaited them in the bedroom. They rode the elevator up to his floor, and he welcomed Daphne inside. Their first task was to check the comments, and it was clear that the video of her giving him a blowjob had attracted the most attention.

"We should create another facial scene," Daphne suggested, leaning forward, her breasts swaying, revealing her soft body and pink nipples.

"Definitely," Harry agreed, tearing his gaze away from her captivating breasts. "But it has to be slightly different. Fans usually crave fresh content or a new perspective."

"How about you titty-fuck me and finish on my face?"

"That's a great idea," Harry said, jotting it down on his MagPad.

Daphne immediately reached for his crotch, massaging the stiff tip of his manhood. They exchanged glances. "We should get used to touching each other because that's what we'll be doing from now on."

"Go ahead, I'm not complaining."

"You're always damn hard," she observed with a wicked smile.

"More action for you."
"Doesn't it hurt that your shorts always rub against it?"

"If I could, I'd walk around naked all day," Harry confessed.

"I feel you," she said. "Liberating your body from its constraints is so much more empowering."

"We'll definitely spend many naked hours together," Harry remarked. "So, we're almost there."

She chuckled. "Yes, I know. By the way... I was so excited that I forgot to bring toys."

"But you brought the camera?" Harry asked, glancing over his shoulder at the bag she had thrown on his bed.

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