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Harry Potter opened his eyes to the sunrise flooding the room, saliva trailing from the corners of his mouth. He'd never drooled in his sleep before Daphne, but now it was almost a daily occurrence. His member rested between her thighs, as it always did, even in the spacious bed they shared.

It was their first day, and it was one of his favorite days ever. The night before, they had taken a few more photos and sent them off after dinner. Daphne wanted to save the climax for today, aiming for a longer sex tape. Harry just hoped he could last a bit longer this time.

Yesterday, he lost his virginity, something he had wanted for a while now. His cock still throbbed within her perpetually moist slit. He caressed her hip, patiently waiting for her to wake up.

"Harry?" she murmured in her morning voice.

"I'm already awake," Harry assured her, continuing his caresses.

"This must be the best dream ever," she said, turning over, her member pressing against her waist, brushing against her breasts. She looked relaxed, her face radiant. Harry got lost in her blue eyes, her blond hair dazzling him. She was a beauty unlike any other, and despite promising himself not to wonder why she was with him, sometimes it was hard not to. She was just too perfect.

"You know what makes me want to jump out of bed?"

"Tell me," Harry urged, soaking in her beauty.

"There are two things," she said. "First, working with you. Second, counting fans."

"It's become a tradition," Harry chuckled.

"Yeah," she agreed. "I hope we won't hit a dead end."

"We'll face the challenges," Harry said, maintaining strong eye contact. "But we'll overcome them and learn from our mistakes."

"I love your mindset."

"I love it too," Harry said.

"Should we get up and check?"

"Sure," Harry said, getting out of bed before her. She reached out, and he helped her up.

"What about a later trip to the gym?"

She jumped from one thing to another, first the beach, now the gym. "We should do it after I ravish you, so I won't pitch a tent when we're there."

"And you have loose shorts, so no one will notice."

"Okay, we can try the gym."

Sitting hip to hip, they logged onto Onlyfans. The number of fans once again took their breath away, but this time Harry checked three times.

"Holy crap!" she exclaimed, wide-eyed. "A thousand fans!"

"What's going on?" Harry asked, immediately checking their account on the muggle Pornhub. The creampie scene they filmed had made it to the trends, explaining the surge. The views skyrocketed. Comments praised Harry's performance and the creampie itself. "I've never seen such a load," Harry read aloud. "Go check Facebook. These two are stars. Jack in her box, funny title." It was hard for him to believe. "Wow," he muttered, returning to Onlyfans. "This is madness."

She threw her arms around his neck. "From five hundred to a thousand, and then...?"

"Millions," Harry whispered, his dreams finally coming true. "We should... film another scene and another face tonight."

"I'm ready," she said, grabbing his hand. "Touch me."

He committed, sliding a finger into her drenched pussy. She was waiting for his cock, and he promised to give it to her. "Okay," he said. "Breakfast can wait. You can eat me if you want," she giggled. "I can film it."

"Sure," Harry replied, always wanting to lick her after seeing everything she showed. "Let's go."

They got up and prepared their equipment, both motivated by the thousands of fans. "Like I said before... I feel like this is the start of something big."

She touched his shaft. "It's big."

Harry chuckled at her humor, loving her even more. She set up the camera, crawled onto the bed, and spread her legs. Harry jumped onto the bed, following the musky scent until he found himself between her legs, observing her glistening pussy. She was simply perfect, shining in all the right places. He licked his lips as she started filming, running his tongue flat on her pussy, licking and caressing. Feeling adventurous, he thrust his tongue into her hole, pressing his lips to hers. Pulling it out, he rubbed her clit, pressing his tongue flat against her center and licking all the way up. She tasted like sweet, dripping fruit. She wrapped her legs around him, her breath deepening as he spilled and splattered her nectar on his face. He couldn't help but stroke his cock as his desire grew, and the primal need to lift her soared. "I'm ready to enter you," he said.

She unfolded her legs. "I'm ready to have you inside me," she eagerly said. "I want to be on top."

"Okay," Harry said, lying down and taking her camera as she wrapped her legs around him. She wrapped both hands around his manhood, bringing it closer to her entrance. "It's so thick," she said, rubbing the crown against her wet folds, covering it with his saliva and juices.

"Should I hit REC?"

She nodded eagerly. "Make sure you do it when I'm rubbing it on my lips."

Harry set up the camera, recording everything as she rubbed the head with her lips, lifting her pussy over his straight shaft. She first slid the head in, parting her pussy lips and slowly but surely pushing it inside. She slowly swallowed it, her hands on his waist as she took him deeper than yesterday. As her pussy clenched around his cock, Harry leaned his head back, enjoying the feeling of her naked, pink body around his shaft.

Fortunately, he didn't climax, knowing he could hold out longer as she predicted. "Are you okay?" she asked, making a face as if she had entered heaven.

"I feel like I'm in heaven," Harry muttered, not too loudly because they were filming. During the next upward thrust, her pussy left a shiny streak of juices on his member. She went down again, her pussy stretching to accommodate him inside. "I'm ready for a challenge," she said with a giggle. Harry tried to focus on filming her, even if it started to be difficult. As she swallowed his cock, the orgasm quickly grew. Harry grabbed her left leg with his left hand and thrust his hips to speed up the process. Her pussy swallowed two-thirds of his cock, close to the bottom, as she moaned in pleasure. "Oh, Daphne," Harry exclaimed as pleasure intensified, reaching a climax until his body shook with euphoria. He filled her so much that she had to disconnect, and even when his cock was already out, it still spat its seed on her waist, painting it white. It dripped from her slit like vanilla ice cream, and Harry made sure to capture every strand of sperm, filming her expression as she made heavenly orgasmic faces.

Then she sat down, spreading her labia with her fingers. "This never ends," she said, giggling cutely as Harry zoomed in on the creampie. "Maybe in the meantime, I can give you a blowjob." She approached and instead took his cock into her mouth, while Harry filmed it just like yesterday when she sucked the cum from the tip and licked his cock clean of her nectar and his sperm. She showed her cum-filled mouth to the camera, soon swallowing and licking her lips.

Harry leaned back, letting his head sink into the pillow and sighed with relief. "Oh, Daphne... that was amazing."

"Sucking and having it inside me was just as amazing. I already miss it."

"Let's watch it together," Harry suggested.

As usual, they watched their clips together. "In her box," Harry said, chuckling at her humor. "You definitely nailed it with the title."

"I knew you'd like it," she said proudly, deserving this accolade more than anything else.

"If this keeps up," Harry said, looking out the window, "we'll soon be able to afford such an apartment from our savings."

"I know," she said. "Everything will be gravy."

"Yeah... We should probably invest in more camera equipment too. There are always better cameras out there."

"Also invest in more girls," she said, watching him carefully. Since they were basically in a relationship now, Harry wasn't sure how she would feel about him having more girls, although she had told him earlier that she didn't mind.

"You don't mind?" Harry asked to make sure, because no one in this world could replace Daphne.

"No," she said, twirling her hair around her finger. "Why would I?"

"It's not exactly the norm."

"And so what?" she asked. "It's not like abandoning our joint venture of shooting dirty clips, but honestly, I don't care about that. I just want to be with you, and I know I have friends who also just want to be with you."

Harry nodded, thinking it was too beautiful to be true. "Wondering if it's too beautiful to be true again?" she asked with a smile.

"I feel like you've known me all my life," Harry said. "Because for these two weeks, we've been so close," she said, resting her head on his shoulder. "Your cock is big enough for several girls, and I think it would fit better into our marketing: Male Wet Dream. We need more girls."

"You talked to that masseuse... that apartment and bed are big enough for her."

"Your cock too," she noted, furrowing her brow. "You know what, if you upload those clips, I can call her."

"Okay," Harry said.

He wasn't in a hurry to upload the clips and publish them on Onlyfans. She went to the bedroom and started talking like crazy. Harry should have guessed they would talk a lot, but he wondered where they had an unlimited supply of conversation topics. He sat and twiddled his thumbs, admiring the expansive ocean view, while she continued to chatter away.

After a while, Harry glanced at the clock and to his surprise realized that an hour had passed since she went to their bedroom. "Wow," he said, still hearing her words.

Finally, he heard her say, "Kiss." And she hung up the phone. She jumped out of bed and dashed ahead.

We stepped into the living room. "She's on vacation, but she'll be back by the end of June."

It was over a month away, but I thought I could wait. "Have you talked to Chatty Cathy or the masseuse?"

She blew a raspberry. "I haven't spoken to her in a week."

I wasn't sure what to comment on: the fact that she emphasized a week felt like a year, or the fact that she talked for over an hour. "A week isn't even a long time."

"It is for us," she said. "She showed me some pictures, some clothes she bought, and also told me how she feels, and I told her how I feel. Eventually, I had to cut her off because of you." She wrapped her arm around me and smiled. "I appreciate that," I said and laughed. "Okay, but let's continue what we've been doing for now and come up with some ideas for her return."

She eagerly agreed, sliding her hand to her pussy and parting her lips with her middle and index fingers. "So... any photos or sex scenes?" she asked, as if I could choose from a menu.

I was captivated by her, studying her dimples, eyes, and face, and relishing the luxury of being able to choose like this. I wanted her badly.

"Let's take some photos so I can get hard again... We can fuck later tonight."

"Now you're talking," she smiled. "I'll hop on the bed and spread my legs in front of the camera."

"I'll be right there," I said, smiling and grabbing the camera as we entered the bedroom. It truly felt like a dream.