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"Well," Daphne said, giving him an uncertain look. "What?" Harry asked. "She's your friend. Are you just going to leave me hanging?"

"I have no problem telling her," Harry replied, shrugging. Besides, they had to, since they planned to invite her.

"Tell her what?" Tracey asked. "Do you have any secrets?"

"Kind of, but I promise I'll reveal them later," Daphne said. "But first, I want to hear more about your trip."

"Can I answer a few work emails and read about some things in the meantime?" Harry asked, scratching his neck. "I don't mean to be rude, but it'd be good to get it out of the way."

"Sure," Tracey said, smiling, but immediately glanced at his shorts and raised an eyebrow. Harry hoped it could be mistaken for a fold in the crotch, even if it was, of course, his package.

"I'll be back in about half an hour, and I promise I'll keep you company then." He went to the computer while they continued talking. His first impressions of this woman were very good. She was incredibly curvy, and he also liked the fact that she didn't attend a magic college but instead opted for work. Such women usually weren't spoiled and pampered.

He received a response from the accountant, who could help them with tax optimization for the LLC and also assist them with what they just earned as self-employed, so he replied to her and then decided to rejoin the girls.

"So, can you tell me?" Tracey asked, sitting next to Daphne and placing her hand on her thigh, stroking it with her thumb.

"Well," Daphne said, looking down at her feet, and Harry felt a strong déjà vu when she revealed this to him for the first time. Taking a deep breath, she prepared to drop the bomb. "The photos we took... were for OnlyFans."

Tracey gasped. "Really... Oh my God, you're kidding, right?"

"Daphne said, shaking her head.

"I didn't think you'd do something like that." "Why?" Daphne asked, giving her a playful look.

"I don't know... or I take it back when I think about it."

Daphne chuckled and rolled her eyes. "It was always in the back of my mind, but then I met Harry, who's, well, well-hung, to put it mildly, so I asked him, and he agreed."

Her eyes flicked back and forth between them, but then her gaze landed on Harry's shorts and traced his bulge. "Is that a fold in your shorts?"

Harry shook his head. "No."

"It must be at least a foot long... Impossible." "Touch it if you want," Daphne encouraged her.

"I'm not going to touch your boyfriend's joystick," she said, crossing her arms, pretending to be offended. "You can if you want," Daphne said. "You know I'm open."

"Yeah, but I don't know," she said, pulling back. "So are you together or just friends?"

"Both," Daphne said. "But Harry is primarily my man."

"And you're my girl," Harry said, stroking her back, remembering that she had always been there for him and he would do anything for her because she helped him regain his health and social skills.

"I have so many questions... How did you even determine his size?"

"Look at his shorts," Daphne said, chuckling. "That's not all," Harry said. "She came because she wanted help with building a website. She accidentally touched me there and thought I had put a stone in my shorts."

"I'll let you in on a secret," Daphne said, looking Harry in the eyes, moving closer until he felt her sweet breath on his face. "I didn't accidentally touch you there."

"I figured," Harry said, and it wasn't a surprise because it was something he had questioned.

"No, you didn't touch," she said, crossing her arms under her breasts.

"Yes, I guessed," Harry said firmly, holding her gaze. "I give up. But I saw that bulge from afar and wondered if it was real, so to cut this story short, I accidentally touched it."

Tracey took out her phone and pretended to check something on the screen, but Daphne received a message on Messenger. "Tracey, you can just ask."

She blushed and sheepishly lowered her head. "What?" Harry asked.

"I want to know how big it is," she said and showed him the message.

"I can show you our OnlyFans," Harry said. He stood up, took the laptop from the desk, and then sat down next to Daphne. He patted the spot beside him, so he would be squeezed between the two of them. "Come on, I don't bite."

"Okey dokey," she said playfully and sat next to him, and he had a feeling she wouldn't be the last or the first to accidentally try to touch his bulge. He logged into their OnlyFans account, and her jaw dropped when she saw the blowjob scene on the beach. "Wow... is this photoshopped?"

"How can you photoshop a video?" he asked. "I... I can't believe it," she said. "That's monstrous."

"Just take off your shorts so you can show her," Daphne said, nudging him with her elbow.

He gave Daphne the laptop, stood up, and unbuttoned his shorts, allowing them to fall to his ankles along with his underwear. His cock stood at attention, and Tracey stared at it with admiration and astonishment. "I still can't believe it," she said with her mouth open.

"Then touch it," Daphne encouraged her. Tracey couldn't resist, she slid her curious fingers towards him and finally touched it. Just that brief touch heated his balls, and it took her a while to adjust to its enormous size. She wrapped her fingers around his member, slowly retracting the foreskin. Her eyes widened as she saw the purple crown, and she nudged the tip in case it would explode. She felt the vein pulsing beneath the skin, then she slid her finger from the base to the tip. It dawned on her that it was authentic.

"It's... real."

He pulled up his underwear and shorts, making sure to tuck away his manhood in the waistband. It took her a while to snap out of it when he left her in shock.

"This must be the biggest cock I've ever seen."

"I feel like in heaven having it inside me."

"I can imagine," she said with a hint of envy in her voice. "By the way, what were you doing on the beach?"

"We were being creative," Daphne said, furrowing her brow.

"I would never dare to do something like that," Tracey said, realizing what she meant, raising her eyebrows. "You could've been caught."

"Actually, we were," Daphne said, chuckling, recalling the scene. "Basically, I told them, 'It's not like you've never sucked a cock before.'"

Her hand flew to her mouth. "I can't believe you said that."

Harry cleared his throat, his arm around Daphne's neck. "Me neither," he muttered.

Tracey glanced at the clock. "We might as well start dinner now. We can talk later. I have a few more questions for you guys."

"Sure," Daphne replied. "In the meantime, we'll upload a few more clips."

"Can we save them for later?" Tracey asked.

"Of course," Daphne reassured her. "I'm not going to leave my friend hanging."

Tracey disappeared into the kitchen, putting on an apron and eagerly getting to work on dinner. Harry exchanged glances with Daphne, unsure if Tracey would recover from the reactions she had caused them. He whispered, "Are you sure she'll join us?"

"At sixty-nine percent," she said. "We need to give her some time... Like what we're doing now. She already wants your cock."

Harry rolled his eyes. Tracey seemed sweeter to him than Daphne, so he wasn't sure if she really wanted to join them. Although he trusted Daphne's word. While Tracey was in the kitchen, cooking for them, he sat with Daphne and posted a few clips on OnlyFans and Pornhub. They read some comments and made some notes so they could improve in the future. As Tracey was in the kitchen, he glanced sideways at her. She hummed a tune while chopping chives, and with each chop, her breasts bounced.

Daphne nudged Harry with her elbow. "Who are you spying on?"

"Who do you think?"

Apparently, it didn't take her long to catch him peeking at her. She leaned into him and whispered, "I know you like her ass."

"A woman is more than just a piece of ass."

"But some body parts attract more attention."

"Guys," Tracey said cheerfully, taking off her apron. "I'm almost done."

"Oh, by the way, what have you prepared for us?" Harry asked. He caught the scent of cheese, pancakes, and herbs, which made his mouth water.

"Pancakes," she said proudly. "They're a delicacy." Daphne hopped off the couch. "I'll help you set the table." She placed plates and cutlery on the table, and Harry sat down, anticipating her dish.

Tracey lifted a plate adorned with roses and examined it carefully. "You have so many pretty things here," she said, placing it back down, running her thumb over its surface.

"I find it hard to believe how far we've come," Daphne said. She placed a plate of steaming pancakes on the table. There were at least thirty of them, golden brown, topped with cheese and chives.

"It smells divine," Harry said.

Tracey placed a bowl of sauce next to it. "It tastes divine too."

They served themselves, and Harry cut into one of them with a knife. They were crispy on the outside but soft and creamy inside. He lifted his fork, and strings of cheese stretched from the plate to the fork. He put them in his mouth, and the flavors exploded. He exchanged looks with Daphne, who had the same expression. "Your friend sure knows how to cook," he said.

"Indeed," she replied. "I'm excited for this meal." Tracey placed her hand on her heart. "Thank you." It was certainly a divine meal. The pancakes were perfectly cooked, filled with shrimp, cheese, and a whole bunch of herbs. Harry loaded his plate with her delicacies, devouring one after another. "This is what's on the menu at a five-star restaurant," he flattered her. "But I've never worked in a five-star restaurant," Tracey admitted.

"Then in a six-star one," Harry said, winking. She giggled. "If you say so... I'm glad you enjoyed them."

Harry and Daphne ate until they were full, leaving not a single pancake. He definitely wanted to keep her around since she could cook such dishes, but he decided to give her time, to relax her.

"Do you have any plans for tomorrow?" Tracey asked, sinking back into her seat. Daphne and Harry exchanged glances. "We should do something together," Daphne said, "and earn some of that reward."

Their bank account wasn't empty, and there was still some cash in Harry's savings account, so they had the freedom to do many things. "What do you have in mind?" Harry asked. "I'm up for most things."

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