Chapters 14, 15, 16, 17 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24 and 25 are already on Pa tr eon

If you would like to read the next chapters faster, see exclusive content, or support my work, please visit

Pat re on. c om(slash)belleveela(delete spaces)

He curled his fingers, and as she fondled the sensitive head, images flashed through his mind of previous faces and throats. "You're cumming," she said with a smile on her face. She opened wide and plunged him back into her mouth, and he combed through her hair with his fingers, and she was right. The heat built up inside, so much blissful warmth that the fresh breeze couldn't cool it down. She took him deeper into her mouth and made his body tremble with pleasure.

"Oh, Bambi," he said and was close to muttering her name. With the next upward stroke, she made sure to retract her head as slowly as possible. Reaching the tip, she held her mouth tightly around the crown, and then with the next downward stroke, she looked up at him as he exploded in her mouth, and the orgasm made him tremble. She swallows load after load, and when she came up, his cock spat more cum onto her face, which spread across her. She stroked his cock a little harder, trying to cover her body with his semen as much as possible. He looked at her with wide eyes, as usual when she got his cream on her and sighed with relief, knowing they had another great blowjob caught on tape.

Licking her lips, she moved back down and cleaned his cock with her tongue, swallowing more of his cum, and finally licked her lips, looking lustfully into the camera. "Damn it," Harry said, turning off the camera. "It was much more intense outdoors."

"Thank God those two didn't show up when you came on my face," she said, trying to wipe her eyes, but ended up smearing them instead. I handed her a few paper towels, which she used to partially clean herself up.

"That was quite exciting," Harry said.

She sat down next to him, still covered in his semen, and watched the film. "The background looks so nice."

"Indeed... it'll probably bring in more views and fans." Sitting so close together, they turned to each other and kissed.

"Let's go for a swim so I can hug you. I'm covered in cum," she said.

"Dah," Harry said, mimicking her voice.

She hit his arm. "Only I can mimic voices."

Harry rolled his eyes and got up. "Should we swim naked?" he suggested.

She nodded. "Sure thing."

He took her hand, and they both headed down to the beach, hurrying into the water. There still weren't too many people around, so hopefully no one would see them. They submerged themselves underwater and surfaced to take a breath. She spent about a minute washing off the cum before swimming over to him and wrapping her arms around his neck. "I'm not a good swimmer," she said, clinging to him.

"We don't have to swim far," Harry said, cooling off in the water. He enjoyed the feeling of her breasts touching his skin and her breath on his face. She straddled his leg, rubbing her pussy against him and kissing him on the neck.

He felt a warm tingling being close to her, especially when they weren't filming. "I feel better when it's just the two of us without the camera," he noted.

"I've noticed the same thing," she said with a smile. "It just feels warmer and more special."

"Maybe we should do this more often, film in the morning and spend the rest of the day together?"

She nodded eagerly. "I've been trying to tell you that earlier, but you insist on doing something all the time... After all, we're a couple, and I have strong feelings for you."

Harry grabbed her butt, exploring her body. He felt like a newborn every time he touched her, and he never got tired of it. "I'm sorry," he said, pulling her closer as the water shimmered around them. "I'll try to change." But deep down, he knew he was a workaholic.

They both leaned in, kissing passionately. He felt much younger and braver standing there naked with her in public, not caring how they kissed. He desired her again and again, but he also felt the warmth growing inside him with each day spent with her.

"What are you thinking?" she asked after breaking the kiss, saliva dripping from his lips onto hers.

"About my love for you," Harry replied. "You took me away from what made me sick and put me on a better path. I was literally dying."

"I'm happy and sad at the same time," she said. "You shouldn't be dying at such a young age. And you've helped me too. It wasn't fair, because you certainly did more for him, now that I think about it. "Harry... I love you."

"I love you too, Daphne," Harry said, feeling relieved to finally get it off his chest. "You've done so much for me."

"You've done a lot for me too," she replied. "You're so relaxed and intelligent, yet you still want to work, even though I distract you all day with my tits."

Harry chuckled. "You're not distracting me." "But they do distract you."

"They must," Harry said, pulling her closer and kissing her neck. "We should head back and prepare for the interview with Tracey... By the way, are you sure she's downstairs?"

"She will be," Daphne said with a smile. "Trust me, give her a few minutes. She'll look at us like we're crazy, but she's open-minded and wouldn't mind getting involved with us. But she's shy, so keep that in mind."

"She sounds like my second most perfect love after you."

"There's a reason she's my best friend."

"Have you had any lesbian moments together?"

She looked at him. "What else would a guy think about?" and then burst into laughter.

"Just checking."

She leaned closer to his ear and whispered, "We have."

"Niiiice," Harry said, squeezing her butt a little tighter. "Should we head back?"

"Next time, we should bring some toys or a surfboard. We don't have too much cash."

She had so many fun ideas that it made his head spin, but he still enjoyed it. He walked to the shore, and they spent a minute drying off before putting their clothes back on. He was already hard again and had to tuck his cock into his pants and put his shirt back on. If not for the erection, he'd prefer to walk shirtless, but even then, his cock would be visible.

Back at the apartment, they didn't do much besides sending the clip. Daphne was more excited than usual, as she kept looking at the clock and couldn't wait for her friend to arrive. Soon enough, it was time, and Harry also couldn't wait to see her busty friend in all her glory. The pictures she showed him earlier were at least promising, and he couldn't wait to see her.

"She should be here soon," Daphne said, pacing around the living room. The clock had just struck four, and Harry sat down, resting on the couch, twiddling his thumbs. Daphne's phone rang, and she immediately answered. "Are you there?"

"Yes, give me the number and call," he heard her voice, sending shivers down his spine. Daphne quickly walked to the buzzer that rang, then made the call.

Soon after, he heard her knocking on the door, and Daphne ran to the door and opened it. "Hey!" she said excitedly and attacked her in a hug.

"Daphne!" she exclaimed, wrapping her arms around her. Standing rooted in the doorway, they sounded equally excited. They remained in each other's embrace for at least a minute.

"How was your vacation?" Daphne asked, finally breaking the hug.

"It was okay, but it would've been better if you were around," she said, glancing at Daphne over her shoulder. "Can I meet him?"

"Come in," Daphne said eagerly after taking off her shoes. "This is my boyfriend, Jack... No, sorry, Harry." She looked at him, her face turning as red as tulips.

Standing at the same height as Daphne, Tracey had the most beautiful chestnut hair he had ever seen. Her hips were slightly wider than Daphne's, and her busty chest pressed against her top. She had red lips that were swollen, as if stung by a bee, and shrank a little under his gaze, revealing her shyness Daphne had warned him about earlier. He shook her hand and greeted her politely. "Harry," he introduced himself.

"Tracey," she replied, smiling, a subtle blush creeping onto her cheeks. "You look like Jack."

"Everyone says that," Harry said, exchanging smiles with Daphne.

"Come in," Daphne said. "We have so much to tell you."

"Wow," she said as Daphne led her around their apartment. "How on earth could you afford this as a graduate?" She looked around in admiration, throwing sideways glances at him, probably thinking he had a hand in it.

"We both worked equally hard," he told her. "It's not just my doing, if that's what you think."

"Really?" Tracey asked.

"He's not kidding," Daphne said. "But he's the star of the show, in short."

Tracey looked around the cozy atmosphere of the place they were in, trying to gauge the mood. "It's so romantic to be in love, work together, and be able to stay in a place like this," she said somewhat wistfully, as if reminiscing about a failed romance from the past.

Concerned about her friend, Daphne asked, "Are you still thinking about him?" She gently squeezed her friend's hand.

Tracey shook her head. "No, I've moved on... I'm just envious of you."

"Oh," Daphne replied. "I don't think you'll be for long."

"So you wouldn't mind if I crashed here?" Tracey asked, glancing between them.

"What kind of question is that?" Daphne nudged her arm. "You're my friend. Of course, I wouldn't mind."

"I just don't want to be intrusive."

"That's okay," Daphne reassured her. "You'll always be welcomed with open arms."

"I also brought some groceries, so dinner's on me."

"I forgot to tell you, Tracey used to work at an elegant French restaurant," Daphne said proudly.

"You have quite the professional experience for such a young age," Harry remarked.

"My parents owned the restaurant, so I started working there at sixteen and worked there for three years. I've been a masseuse for a few months now."

"So you never went to college?"

She shook her head. "It intimidated me, and alcohol was never my strong suit."

"I dropped out too," Harry said casually.

"She told me you're a talented runic programmer and had a great job before you two met," Tracey said, her eyes gleaming with interest.

"That's true, but those days are behind me now."

"And besides, why haven't you shown me your pictures yet?" Tracey asked Daphne. An awkward silence fell between them, and Harry exchanged glances with Daphne.

Chapters 14, 15, 16, 17 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24 and 25 are already on Pa tr eon

If you would like to read the next chapters faster, see exclusive content, or support my work, please visit

Pat re on. c om(slash)belleveela(delete spaces)