Harry's big dick porn adventure ch.20

"The shampoo bottle looks hot in you," Harry observed. She pulled it out, and it came out even stickier than the mouse. He reached for it, but it slipped out and fell. Harry had to pick it up with both hands because it was warm and sticky to the touch. "No need to wash it. It's already clean."

"If you say so," she said, spreading her legs and fingering herself, waiting for the toy to play with. "If you lean both hands on the sink and then lean forward, I'll help you push the toothbrush inside, and then you can masturbate with it."

She chuckled. "Whose toothbrush?"

"For now, you can use mine."

"Alright," she said, getting up and shaking her head so that her chestnut hair cascaded in waves over her shoulders. She put both hands on the sink and leaned forward. As she bent at the waist, Harry had the best view of her beautiful ass and desired it so much that he felt like he was about to puke in his shorts. He reached for the toothbrush and examined her butt.

"Your cheeks are so big... Spread them for me so I can work the toothbrush."

She spread both cheeks, and Harry knelt down and inserted the toothbrush into her pussy, which was so wet that it even spilled onto the floor. "I've never felt so dirty in my life," she said, giggling. "But it's a liberating feeling... I wish to feel this way for the rest of my life."

"You will," Harry said, glad she was just as interested as Daphne and him. "Can you penetrate yourself with it now?"

"I can."

"Alright," he said. "I'll film it. Remember, light moans, not exaggerated porn moans."

"Got it," she said and began to insert and withdraw the toothbrush from her slit until she started to moan softly. Harry filmed around her, making sure to capture her orgasmic face as well as her pussy being penetrated by the toothbrush. He filmed up close as the toothbrush became stickier and wetter with each thrust. Clenching his teeth the whole time, he got five minutes of clear footage. It made him so hard that he had to take off his shorts sooner rather than later.

"Cut," he said.

"I started to feel so good... Do I need to wash it?"

"No, just put it in the cup," Harry said.

She did so and sat on the toilet. He handed her the camera, undid his shorts, and pulled down his underwear. His cock shot up like a mast and hit the sink with a loud clang.

Tracey's hand wandered to his chest. "Holy crap, you must be hard as a rock."

"No exaggeration," he said. "That clang sounded like steel on steel."

"It caught me off guard," she said.

"Let's watch some clips in the living room together." Harry opened the bathroom and made sure there was no text from Daphne. Listening outside the bedroom, they both concluded that Daphne wasn't asleep.

They sat on the couch and went through clips and photos together. "I'm impressed," she said. "The photos look nice too, especially considering the angles."

"Yes, Daphne taught me a lot," Harry said, and they decided to immediately send some of them. He placed the laptop on her lap, and she eagerly saved the titles.

"I saw that Bambi already used it, so I got jealous." Titles always amused him, and he hoped their fans would like them too. When everything was ready, they placed their hands on the mouse and slid it to the publish button. "One, two, three." They pressed publish, and each time, it was just as joyful a feeling when they published together.

"So what's next?" Tracey asked, glancing at his pulsating cock.

"What do you mean?"

"Well... I can't just leave you painfully hard like that," she said, reaching for his manhood and wrapping her fingers around it.

"Nor can we use the bedroom," she said, her eyes staring at him with a mixture of desire and fear.

"You could just sit on my lap," Harry said, patting his thighs.

"I guess you're right," she said, liking the idea. As she stroked him, she got wetter and wetter, adjusting to his girth. "Does this intimidate you?"

"A bit," she admitted, as his massive cock rose from his knees, casting a thick shadow on them both. His vein pulsed harder than ever, and the purple crown made him look like a snake ready to strike. Harry didn't judge her; it really was a thick, menacing beast.

"Alright," she said, biting her lower lip. "Let's do it." She straddled his thighs and placed her hands on his shoulders.

She was about to reach for him, but he stopped her. "We're rushing too much," he said, gently pushing her off him. "Let me get the POV camera."

"Now you're teasing me," she said.

"Sorry about that," he said. "I've been teasing since you took off your clothes."

He brought the camera, attached it to his head, and returned to a sitting position, leaning against the couch. Meanwhile, she couldn't help but finger herself. He gave her a thumbs up once the camera was properly set. She lay back on his thighs again, and he noticed she was even wetter than before when she was preparing to take his cock down her throat.

She lifted her honeypot over his cock and began to rub the thick shaft against her wet lips. Her juice flowed from her pussy, down his cock, and along his vein. The rest of her nectar pooled around his base, widening his eyes. "You must be really horny," he said to her, watching the scene with admiration. "So are you... It's like a baseball bat," she said, giggling. "Alright, here it comes." She pushed the tip first, and he encountered the strongest resistance as she tried to push it deeper into herself. He saw the pain written on her face, but she didn't give up because something inside her desperately wanted his cock. She managed to push it a little deeper, and his cock was greeted by the wettest and tightest grip.

He tilted his head back as his cock buried itself inside her. What Daphne had told him earlier, that the vagina is elastic, was true, as even Tracey managed to take half of his shaft inside.

"Oh," she said in a hoarse voice. "I've never felt so filled before." The pain vanished, and she looked like she had entered heaven. She glanced at him, and despite filming through the lens, he was also watching her. It was hard to focus on her eyes because his gaze, as usual, wandered to her breasts, which hung so innocently on her chest with the most impressive cleavage.

She slowly began to ride him, and he leaned back, keeping his hands on her hips. Another pussy... another tight girl giving him pleasure. It was hard to think as he slid in and out of her.

To his surprise, he lasted much longer, yet it was intense. He felt the orgasm building up inside him. He opened his eyes and watched as she bit her lip. His eyes wandered down, and he saw a pool of juices at his waist as he entered her time and time again. He wrapped his arms around her warm butt, embracing her cheeks and squeezing them. As she rode him harder, she brought him closer to climax. There was little left until she would bring him to explosion. "Hmm, Tracey, let's change position."

"Okay," she said eagerly. She dismounted his soaked cock, which was pulsating harder than ever. He didn't intend to stroke it - only her pussy could finish it.

She sat on the couch and spread her legs before him. He stood up and positioned his cock at her entrance. She was already so wet that he kept reaching for his cock, but it slipped from his hands. Then she reached for it herself and helped him, probably wanting him inside her as quickly as possible. He pushed it in and made sure to film the delicious scene where his cock disappeared inside her.

Grabbing her legs, Harry thrust his hips and entered her. The warmth of being inside another woman consumed him and embraced him. He remained inside her for a few seconds, withdrew, and pushed back in. He fucked her harder and harder. The sounds of their bodies hitting filled the room along with their moans. He didn't stop pounding her because he didn't think of anything else. She wrapped her arms around his back and desperately held onto him in case he disappeared. Her breasts bounced and bounced, and he feared he would bloody his lips. The feeling grew stronger, and he fucked her as if only a few thrusts separated him from explosion.

Reaching the peak, he grabbed her legs, held her pinned to the couch, and thrust his shaft deep into her. He ejaculated inside her, marking his territory. A powerful groan escaped his mouth as he reached the big O and slowly returned to reality like a feather falling from the sky. He shivered with pleasure as he still held his cock inside her, allowing her walls to embrace his manhood. He looked up at her when he saw a thin layer of sweat covering her forehead. Her chest rose and fell violently, and a moan escaped her lips. He slowly pulled out his cock and knelt down to film the cum he extracted. The cream pie looked delicious, and streams of sperm dripped and spread along her pink slit. He licked his lips, and the pink and white colors perfectly blended together.

He rose, and before he realized it, she wrapped her fingers around his wet shaft. She opened her mouth and took him deep inside, sucking him clean, while cum and her honey covered his cock. It was so dirty, but he loved it every time.

Finally, his knees buckled, and he had to sit down before he fell. He sank down beside her, placing a hand on her pulsating chest.

"Oh," he said, stroking her thigh. "You're so tight."

"And you're so thick," she said in an equally tired voice. She chuckled as she spread her pussy lips and saw more cum oozing out of her. "I understand why you found your cum shots so funny."

Harry removed the camera and approached her. The whole room smelled musky, but it probably would in the future too. "Should we watch it together?"

She nodded eagerly. "I'd love to see it... see myself fucked on camera." She tried to stifle a giggle, but it didn't work out too well. She squirmed on her hands as he played the clip, hiding her face behind her hands when she saw herself in action. "I can't believe I was breathing so deeply."

"Guys love that," Harry said, patting her back. "Look at my bouncing tits," she said. She looked at him over her shoulder as if trying to hide. "The moment you exploded. I swear I felt every drop."

"Your pussy held me so tight, I wasn't sure I could escape."

"Oh, here comes the creampie." They both watched as it poured out of her like an endless dessert. She giggled at the end as she sucked and licked his cock clean.

"Does it taste good after it's been deep inside you?"

"It tastes even better," she said. "But I never thought of doing something like this until I saw Daphne doing it in the movie."

"She's dirty... Both of you are dirty when I think about it." Harry set the camera aside and grabbed his computer, placing it on his lap. "Do you have any catchy titles?" he asked, transferring the photos and clips to the laptop.

She wondered, tapping her chin. "Jack is Hungry for Emy's Honeypot."

"Bingo," he said, laughing with her as he typed in the funny title and published the clip. He sighed with relief when it was all over.