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Harry sat hunched over, trying to wrap his head around the complexities of saving money on taxes by setting up a limited liability company. The sheer amount of information was enough to make his head spin. Considering himself fortunate with some prior experience, now that money was starting to flow in, the game had completely changed. Amidst attempts to absorb knowledge, his mind kept drifting back to Daphne. All he wanted was to be close to her.

As June drew to a close, they had been working together for over a month, steadily building their popularity. In a short span, they had reached a thousand followers, but hit a plateau at two thousand five hundred. Though still in the top percentile, Harry, being a guy, desired more.

Today, their friend and Daphne's masseuse, Tracey, would visit them. Harry hoped her presence would attract more fans, especially considering the enticing ideas for threesomes and other scenes.

The sound of Daphne's footsteps signaled her arrival, accompanied by a sweet scent of honey and vanilla lingering from her recent shower. She laid her hands on Harry's shoulders, her warm skin a stark contrast to the room's chill. "What are you up to?" she asked, fingers loosening the knots in his tense muscles.

"Trying to figure out tax matters," Harry replied. "Also looking for an accountant."

"You look miserable," Daphne observed, continuing the massage. "You should be glowing, not sulking like you've lost a galleon."

Harry couldn't resist her touch, but he brought her hand to his lips, leaving a moist spot after a tender kiss. He appreciated her care and concern. "I'm fine, Daphne."

"You don't look healthy," she countered. "Maybe we'll go to the beach later? Perhaps shoot something outdoors?"

"We're getting bored in the bedroom, huh?" Harry teased.

"No," Daphne replied with a smile. "But I stumbled upon some outdoor porn on Pornhub, and it seemed to have quite a few views."

"Who wouldn't want to fuck in the open air," Harry chuckled.

"If we go further to the rocky shore, especially at this time of day, we should have some privacy." "What do you mean?"

"Blowjob," she said, her face twisting into a grin.

It was something he couldn't resist. "Okay, we can try. I'll just write to that accountant and hopefully, we can schedule a meeting." "Don't leave me waiting too long."

"I'll try," Harry said, leaning in, trying to finish the email a bit faster than usual, as filming with her outdoors definitely sounded tempting. He could tell Daphne didn't like to wait. She circled behind his back with crossed arms, then decided to try something different. She slid off the bathrobe, which fell to the floor, revealing her breasts that caught his attention. She leaned in and pressed his neck between the valley of her breasts. The touch of her skin made him shiver. "Hmm, Daphne."

"You're feeling good, aren't you?" she asked. Stealthily, she took his hand, guided it to her honey spot, and made sure he rubbed it along her wet folds. She was soaked, and touching her every time was damn enjoyable.

"Please, just give me a moment to finish this email."

"You said that a second ago," she said, rubbing his hand along her slit a bit deeper. "I'm worried about your well-being."

"I'm a hundred times healthier than when I wasn't with you," Harry said.

"Yes, but I want it to stay that way."

He wasn't exaggerating; his hair was as thick as a bush, and the bags under his eyes had almost disappeared. He looked ten years younger compared to when he first met her, and all of this had happened within a month. It was funny what spending time with this girl had done to his health, but he had learned his lesson and never again was he isolated. Spending time with girls was too addictive, and he wanted to be with her forever. "Take my clothes and pack the camera bag," he told her, trying to finish the email. Eventually, she let go of his hand, and he noticed how sticky it was. He didn't mind using the keyboard or mouse because they had already filmed several scenes of her masturbating.

The month had certainly flown by, and they had filmed every scene imaginable. They had sixty-nine; he helped her masturbate; and they had sex in several different positions, each time getting better as it lasted longer. They received extraordinary tips for the sex scenes and made sure to do them every day. She also became better at giving him blowjobs; her mouth almost reached the base.

It was certainly a month of his dreams, and it was hard to believe that his time would be spent like this in the future. They had also saved up a bit, so they could afford to buy a house instead of renting. At this rate, it would take them two years, and they could buy it without taking out a loan, which seemed surreal.

Throwing his clothes on the couch, she put her hands back on his shoulders, and he looked over his shoulder as she stood there in a microkini, barely hiding her nipples and pussy. Wide parts of her young breasts were visible and left little to the imagination. "Okay," he said, knowing he couldn't resist her. He stood up, and she immediately took his cock in her hand and rubbed the head with her thumb.

"Your muscles are starting to grow. You're a good trainer," he told her. She had introduced him to the gym a few weeks ago, which was funnier than he expected. They went there a few times a week in the morning, when there were the fewest people, but still, people looked at him funny because he was with this rare flower. They admired him as if he drove one of the most beautiful cars in the world. They could look all they wanted—Daphne was his. "Tracey will give you a massage to die for. She's that good?" "Oh," Harry Potter said with a laugh. "She'll take you to heaven. If you only knew, she can be really shy, and I still haven't told her exactly what we're doing."

"What the hell have you been talking about for all those hours?" The first time Harry heard their conversation, it lasted almost an hour, but that was a drop in the ocean compared to the rest of their conversations.

"Just regular girl stuff," she said, shrugging. "She must have asked what you've been up to after dropping out of school."

"Yeah... I'm a photographer, which is not a lie," he said with a chuckle.

"Sure," said Harry. He put on his swim trunks and a shirt, slinging the camera bag over his shoulder. "Come on, let's go."

They stepped outside, crossed the street, and found themselves on the beach. Even though Harry hadn't walked far, a trickle of sweat appeared on his forehead, and the warm sun bathed their faces. "I love this weather," Daphne said, looking up at the clear, blue sky.

"I love it too."

The weather truly was wonderful, and there weren't too many people on the beach, so hopefully, they would be left alone. She immediately took Harry's hand and intertwined her fingers with his.

"I never thought we'd make over twenty-five grand in such a short time," she said.

"Yeah, it definitely feels like a dream," Harry said. "Our views on Pornhub are also reaching their peak."

"Should we be worried after hitting a plateau?" she asked. "We haven't seen a breakthrough in a while." Harry shook his head. "Not really... We haven't really done anything new yet, so that could be the reason."

"I read a comment requesting anal," she said, glancing at Harry with a wink.

"Do you agree to that?" Harry asked, but he worried about his size in case it hurt her.

"We need to do it sooner rather than later... But it's something I've never tried myself."

"Let's do threesomes with Tracey first... Anal seems like a serious step," Harry suggested.

"Because of your size?"

"Yeah," Harry said, chuckling.

"I can still do it... I just need some preparation."

"If you say so," Harry said. They moved away from the sandy, palm-lined beach, and Harry nodded toward the rocky shore where the waves crashed. "Was that what you were talking about?"

"Yeah," she said. "It should provide us with enough privacy when I'm giving you head, and then we can go for a swim."

"When exactly could Tracey come?" "In the evening... don't worry," she said, grabbing Harry's bulge, "plenty of time to get hard again." Harry chuckled. "It usually doesn't take more than half an hour."

"I know... You're super strong."

They continued their walk, found a suitable spot, and looked around. Harry noticed it was a path leading to the neighborhood, so he hoped they wouldn't get caught. Daphne laid out a towel. They were still standing on the sand, but they were shielded by numerous rocks and boulders behind them. They would film it with the POV camera attached to Harry's head, which was another investment they had made earlier.

Harry strapped the camera to his head, watching as she removed her microkini, first exposing her breasts, and then slid down the bikini, revealing her sexy slit, already glistening with her wetness. Harry looked at her and was already drooling, pitching a tent as she clenched her fingers around the waistband of his swim trunks. He kept filming, and it was such an artistic scene, being outdoors with the sea in the background and having this beautiful girl in front of him. As she pulled down his swim trunks, she freed his cock, which towered over her face. "Is the camera rolling?" Harry gave her a thumbs-up. Just as she was about to bend down and flick her tongue over the tip, two middle-aged women walked down the path with their dogs. They both giggled, and Daphne froze. "Is someone behind me?"

"They are," Harry said, feeling the blush creeping up his cheeks.

She glanced at him over her shoulder, and unlike Harry, she didn't blush. "It's not like you've never sucked cock before," she said boldly, causing him to raise both eyebrows.

"It's about the size we're laughing about, darling," they said and chuckled. "You're well-endowed and lucky."

They walked on, and Daphne rolled her eyes. "I do consider myself lucky, though," she said, turning back to Harry, grabbing onto his cock. "Holy shit, you've got red cheeks."

"What was that damn comment?" Harry asked, bewildered.

"What?" she asked, looking at him amusingly. "I thought they were laughing about me giving you head."

"Can you make sure no one else will come?" Harry asked. "I don't mind two women seeing me, but I wouldn't want any men nearby, and we might give some old lady a heart attack."

She slowly raised her head and looked around. "The coast is clear... I have no idea how I missed them from the start."

"Me neither," Harry said, sitting back down, relaxing as she started twirling her tongue around the crown. Those two women didn't look bad either, so he wouldn't mind if they were curious and wanted to watch. Daphne wrapped her lips around the tip and began sucking him hard, as if she wanted to get straight to the sperm. He rubbed her cute, hollowed cheeks with his thumb, which deepened as she sucked harder. He made sure to tuck some hair behind her ears when the sucking became so intense that he had to lean back, letting his gaze wander up to the sky. He listened to the waves crashing on the shore while she nodded and slid his cock in and out of her mouth, making the most delicious sucking and slurping sounds.

She tapped him on the arm, reminding him of filming. Sometimes it was so good that it was easy to forget. He looked at her as she continued, stroking his beast with both hands, and her delightful, pink lips were firm around his girth. She descended from him with a kiss and spat some saliva on top before hungrily returning to his shaft, her lips engulfing him back into her mouth and sliding him along her tongue.

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