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The next morning, Harry Potter woke up with morning chills on the sheets. Both Daphne and Tracey had their arms around him. He felt their warm breaths on him.

Looking at Tracey, who was sleeping so deeply that she drooled on the pillow and her breasts, Harry really wanted to caress them, but he didn't want to come across as a pervert. Then he looked at Daphne, who was also sleeping peacefully, saliva dripping from her mouth, looking as cute as ever.

They woke up shortly after. "Did you sleep well?" Daphne asked, drawing circles on Harry's chest.

"As usual," he replied.

"Can I take a shower before we go?" Tracey asked, rubbing her eyes. "I have drool all over my boobs."

"Sure," Daphne said. "In the meantime, we'll upload our freshly recorded clip to the internet."

As Tracey hopped into the shower, they went to the computer and uploaded the clip to Onlyfans, and a snippet of it to Pornhub and Reddit. "Guess who's filming?" Daphne typed the title, then added a couple of cherries.

"What do these cherries mean?" Harry asked.

Daphne rolled her eyes. "They represent a pair of boobs and they can also mean a virgin... It's not rocket science."

"Wow, you never get tired of it."

"That's because I love your voice... It's much deeper than average." She wrapped her arm around his and rested her head on his shoulder.

"I guess so," he said, and hugged her neck. They looked into each other's eyes and felt love, as usual, when they sat and sent their clips online. They searched for each other's lips and kissed, as his fingers slid over her thigh. Breaking the kiss, he couldn't stop thinking that each kiss was special, especially when his heart beat for her.

"Do you think she'll change her mind?" Harry asked, as Tracey was in the shower.

"I'm sure sixty-nine percent," Daphne replied.

"You're always ninety-nine percent sure," he observed, making her giggle.

"Jokes aside, since she told me she doesn't like her new job, she'll definitely join us. I know her, trust me."

"Her boobs are definitely impressive."

"She has a nice pussy too," she said, raising her eyebrows. "I've tried it."

He laughed. "So sperm exchange won't be a problem for you?"

"No," she said. "In fact, I crave it."

Eventually, Tracey hopped out of the shower and came out smelling like a rose garden. She put her clothes back on. "You have such a spacious shower... I can't believe how nice this apartment is."

"Well, it could be yours too when you decide," Daphne said, winking at her.

"I know," she said, looking down at her feet. "Okay, let's grab our stuff and check out the outlet," Harry said.

He booked an Uber and got there in no time. He hadn't been there in years and had always envied those guys who ended up with all the chicks. He didn't feel as insecure anymore when he got out of the taxi with his beautiful girlfriend, and hopefully, his future beautiful girlfriend.

When they arrived, it was a time of day when there weren't too many people around. The girls insisted on checking out a few clothing stores, and Harry was already about to fall asleep, but Daphne and Tracey encouraged him to buy something new: a polo shirt and nice chino shorts. He tried them on and got interested as soon as he saw how good he looked in them, and the price wasn't discouraging either, as they could afford it. It was nice to be able to buy clothes from a higher shelf and stand out from the crowd, and Tracey couldn't believe they put it on their tab.

Tracey hugged Daphne in front of the store. "Thank you! You're the best, Daphne."

"Harry wants to hug too," she said, interrupting the embrace, and she gladly fell into his arms and stayed there a little longer.

"Thank you," Tracey said. "Both of you are so kind. How about some frozen yogurt at U-swirl?" Daphne suggested.

No one could refuse as the sun was scorching their bodies, making them sweat. They needed to cool down, but the journey there wasn't easy as it wound through the outlet, and along the way, they still looked for bags and perfumes.

Harry Potter and his crew finally reached their destination, a journey that was supposed to take ten minutes but ended up taking an hour. They got their frozen yogurts and sat outside in the shade. Harry's yogurt was topped with strawberries and salted caramel.

"What a strange combination," Daphne commented, digging into her cherry yogurt with chocolate. "Totally," agreed Tracey.

"Salty and sweet go well together," said Harry, biting into a strawberry.

"Whatever you say," replied Daphne, also delving into her yogurt. She nudged Harry and pointed to an advertisement for a beachfront apartment. "Look at that."

"Yeah, I see it," said Harry, imagining himself owning one of them with two girls. Rooftop jacuzzi, stunning view, no annoying neighbors - it sounded perfect. "If all goes well, we'll be able to afford one soon."

"I know," said Daphne.

"You two have big dreams," Tracey remarked.

"As a trio, we can dream even bigger. Oops," Daphne spilled some yogurt on herself. "Harry... could you?" She pointed to her chest.

"Publicly, Daphne," Harry reminded her.

"We had sex on the beach yesterday," she retorted. Harry rolled his eyes, leaned in, licked the yogurt off her chest, and kissed her. "Satisfied?"

She grabbed him. "Not quite."

Harry chuckled, rolling his eyes again. Tracey looked jealous. "Okay... I'll consider joining."

"I knew you'd join," said Daphne. "What should we try first?" Harry asked.

"Blowjob," Tracey whispered, hoping no one would overhear.

"No one's eavesdropping," Daphne assured her. "Once you have Harry, you'll be addicted."

"Is that even a word?" Harry asked.

"No, I just made it up," Daphne giggled.

"Right," Harry chuckled. He knew that when Daphne was excited, she didn't always make sense. He turned to Tracey. "So, blowjob?"

"Yes... but maybe a massage first," Tracey suggested.

"Sounds good," Harry murmured, curious about her massage skills. "We'll need some oils for that."

"We can buy them at the store. Will you cook for us tonight?" Harry asked Tracey.

"With pleasure," she eagerly agreed.

"Great," said Harry, pleased that Daphne chose the right girl. He wasn't sure when they first talked about it, but now he felt more confident that Tracey wanted to join them. They left the yogurt shop and headed to the grocery store. The sun beat down, the palm trees swayed. Harry looked around, surrounded by two beauties. "Anything else, or should we go to the store?"

"The sooner, the better," Tracey said. "I can't wait for dessert," Daphne added, nudging Tracey.

"True, but it's hot," Tracey said. "If you want, I can wait here while you shop."

Daphne linked arms with Harry. "No, you're coming with us."

"Okay," Harry said, following them. He thought they might want to spend some time alone, but apparently not. Tracey picked out ingredients - rice, chicken, saffron, shrimp, scallops.

"I'm curious," Daphne said, scratching her chin.

"That's a surprise," Tracey said, finding massage oils. They grabbed fruits, water, and called an Uber.

Entering the apartment, Harry Potter watched as the girls put away groceries in the fridge while he set up the lighting in their room. Uncertain about the type of massage awaiting him, he eagerly anticipated the feeling of their soft hands on his skin, caring for his well-being.

As they entered the bedroom, Daphne wasted no time in adjusting the air conditioning. "Damn, it's hot in here."

"Tell me about it," Harry replied. "Can't wait to take off these clothes."

Tracey added, "Massages are best done naked."

"What kind of massage are we talking about?" Harry asked.

"Erotic and sensual," she replied.

"Well, count me in," said Harry, removing his shirt and shorts, revealing his bulge and semi-erect penis, which quickly stiffened as Tracey began undressing.

Daphne slid behind him, placing kisses on his neck. "You deserve a massage after all the work you've done," she murmured.

"You deserve one too," Harry said sincerely, taking her hand and kissing it. "Just like me, you screwed yourself over with all that damn paperwork."

"But you've been dealing with all that damn paperwork," Harry said, glancing at the camera. "Do you have any idea for a good angle?"

"Maybe from the side," Daphne suggested. "Give me a second to figure something out. For now, lie down on the bed."

Harry complied, grateful for the mirror in the closet that allowed him to watch Tracey at work. She prepared meticulously, tying her hair up into a ponytail. She seemed so calm and composed, unlike Daphne, but Harry realized he needed both of them in his life.

"Nervous?" Daphne asked Tracey.

Tracey slowly shook her head. "As long as I pretend there's no camera there, I'm fine. But knowing you'll upload it... well, maybe a little."

"Just do your thing," Daphne encouraged, giving her a thumbs up. "It's going to be fantastic no matter what."

"Okay, I'm ready," Tracey announced.

Daphne pressed the record button, and Tracey turned on soothing music. The sounds of water mixed with the gentle flute melody filled the room, relaxing but not enough to put Harry to sleep. Tracey began by applying oil to her hands, massaging it into Harry's body with firm but gentle strokes, easing the tension in his muscles.

Her touch made Harry feel like he was on cloud nine, and he sighed with contentment. He wasn't sure how much longer the massage would last, but if it was ending soon, he'd gladly repay her with kisses and pleasure. Then, to his surprise, Tracey started applying oil to her own body, her breasts glistening in the mirror as she crawled beside him.

Harry's eyes widened as she pressed her oily chest against his back, sending shivers down his spine. As she moved between his legs, Harry thought it was the end of the performance, but he was very wrong. She slid up his body, her breasts brushing against his neck, then slid back down, repeating the motion until he trembled with pleasure. It was an experience unlike any other, igniting sensations he never knew existed.

She began breathing down Harry's neck, her breath growing warmer and deeper, ending with many kisses along his neck, causing him to tremble even more. At the same time, he felt an orgasm building, even though she hadn't touched him, and for a moment, he worried he'd climax in this position. But as she slowed down and ended with a kiss on his neck, he relaxed.

"So," she said, gently turning off the music. "Did I pass the audition?"

Turning around, Harry felt as if time stood still, finally experiencing a profound sense of peace. He felt a bliss he had never felt before and wondered where this girl had been all his life. She let down her ponytail, releasing chestnut hair. Harry's eyes landed on her cleavage and the two breasts she massaged him with. "I... can't think of a single thing."

She chuckled. "I'm glad... I was told we should always be in such a state, but due to modern stress, unfortunately, we're not."

"That was amazing," Harry said. "I started shaking."

"I noticed," Daphne coughed. "I hit pause... but I think our audience expects a happy ending."

"I think so too," Harry said, turning completely around to reveal his powerful erection.

Tracey's hands traveled to her cheeks. "Have you been hard this whole time?"

"As soon as your breasts touched my back," Harry said. "There was no going back."

"I'm sorry, I hope I didn't hurt you."

"I'm fine."

"I understand," she said, looking at his penis as if preparing for a challenge. "Well, I'm ready to take it in my mouth."

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