Harry's big dick porn adventure ch.19

He turned to Daphne, and the happy impulse didn't last long as her glow dimmed. "I think I need to sleep longer. Success was good for a moment, but I really feel terrible."

He felt good for a moment too, but not anymore when he saw her pale face and heard her sick voice. He loved her so much that he felt her pain too. "If you need medication, we'll bring it to you."

"Thank you... My roommates would avoid me like the plague if I were still there."

Harry's heart ached when he heard that, and he couldn't believe how someone could treat such a rare rose like Daphne with disrespect. "We're here for you no matter what," he said and stroked her hip. "I promise."

"Can you help me down? I want to lie down for a bit." He gently laid her back and carefully lowered her head back onto the pillow, as if she were a precious vase. He also made sure her phone was on the nightstand. "Thank you."

"Don't mention it. Call us or text if you need anything," he said and stroked her forehead, noticing she also had a fever.

"Sure," she replied.

Tracey and he got out of bed, closed the bedroom door, and left her alone for a moment.

Tracey shivered. "I can't stand it when someone you care about and love is sick. The OnlyFans message was positive, but I'm not sure."

"I agree. Did you find anything we could order?"

"I did... but I'm short on cash." She hung her head in shame.

"I'll order it for you," Harry said. They sat on the couch and ordered what they needed through DoorDash. He glanced at the shopping list and raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure this will help?"

She nodded eagerly. "My mom usually fed me a spoonful of ginger, lemon, and honey mixture when I felt bad. I never liked peppermint elixir... Thinking about my mom, I'm not sure what she'd say if she ever found out."

"I'm sure I know what Daphne would say."

"Me too," she said, looking down. "Follow your heart's voice or don't worry about it. But she's so carefree. I'm not. Sometimes I envy her."

"Me too," Harry said, which was true, and one of the first things he noticed about her was her open personality, but he had to admit that he was slowly being infected by her character, and that was a healthy thing to catch. "Let's not worry about it for now. Let's enjoy a judgment-free life."

"Yeah... actually, I want to film more," she said. At that moment, she was only wearing panties, and he was sitting in shorts and underwear. It was hard for her to listen when his gaze kept wandering over her melons. Looking at her naked body, he thought about her massage and the feeling of sliding her body over his. Suddenly, he began pitching a tent for her. "Are you listening to me?" she asked, giggling.

"Sorry," Harry said, shaking his head. "Go ahead."

"Maybe I should put on a bra," she joked. "Well, I was trying to tell you, before you started staring at my breasts, that I'm pretty wet."

"Really?" Harry asked, but that should have been obvious. He wasn't thinking about anything else but fucking, and neither were they.

"You can touch me if you don't believe me," she said, indirectly encouraging him to do so. He slipped his hand under her panties and reached her pink entrance, and true to her words, she was drenched when he felt her juices bathing his finger. He also noticed a wet spot on her panties, which was growing with each passing second.

"When she falls asleep... I thought we could shoot a sex scene, preparing and warming us up for the threesome," he suggested.

"Maybe we'll take some photos first," she said, looking at his bulge. "That would definitely get me in the mood for sex."

"If you want," he said to her. "I'm down. We'll have to use the living room or bathroom, though, as I don't want to disturb her."

"Me neither."

He reached for the iPad and jotted down a few ideas, waiting for the delivery. She jotted down a few ideas related to the computer mouse, which she must have seen from their OnlyFans history. "This one got a lot of views," he told her.

"I'm not sure if it'll fit in me," she said. "But it looked so tempting seeing it in Daphne, so we'll try... We could also take some pictures in the bathroom, like when I was so horny and had to masturbate while my family was sitting outside." She giggled. "No, take that back. That's too cheesy."

"Not at all," he said, finding her imagination amusing. "It also reminds me of Daphne's titles..." His phone vibrated, the delivery arrived. "Give me a moment."

He went down in the elevator, collected the bags, and returned up in the elevator. He approached the kitchen table and unpacked the groceries. "Let's help Daphne before we move on to the photo shoot."

Tracey prepared a mixture for her, slicing some ginger, adding a spoonful of honey, and squeezing a lemon. She took aspirin and nose spray. He knocked gently on the bedroom door and peeked through the keyhole. "Daphne?"

"I'm awake," she mumbled. He slowly opened the door and entered with Tracey close behind.

"I have something for you," Tracey said. "My mom used to do this when I was sick, so I hope it helps."

"That's nice of you," she said and forced a smile, but she didn't look much better than an hour ago, and he feared she would feel worse before she felt better. He sat on the edge of the bed and stroked her leg while Tracey helped feed her. "Open your mouth."

Tracey said and spooned the mixture into her mouth. She made a few grimaces. "My throat... it burns." "That's how it should be," Tracey said.

"Give me another one," she said, and Tracey spooned another spoonful into her mouth.

Daphne lowered her gaze, her face pale. "I can't taste or smell anything. I'm so tired... and my head hurts."

"We have painkillers and nose spray for you," Harry said, hoping it would comfort her.

"I'll get some tissues," Tracey said. "Wait here."

He sat closer to Daphne and waited for Tracey to return. "Harry, I once had a boyfriend who avoided me when I was sick and basically left me alone... I didn't feel too good."

He looked at her face and wondered why she suddenly told him about it. "Well, it wasn't me."

"I know," she said. "If you ever wonder why someone like me...," she coughed into her elbow, "wants to be with you or finds you attractive, well, here you go."

He leaned forward and kissed her, knowing that it meant more to her than just physical beauty. "It's not just about your body, but also your heart."

"I know," she said. "Can you hold my hand for a while?"

He took her hand and held it as gently as he could. "You'll get better. It's just the flu, and then you'll be back on your feet."

"I know, but it still sucks... I really wanted to have a threesome with you, and I also look and feel awful."

"I don't care if you look sick," Harry said. "You're still the girl I fell in love with, and besides, we're not in a rush. In the meantime, we can shoot a few things, and when you feel better, we'll give you the choice of where you want to shoot."

"At the beach," she said, and a smile graced her face, causing Harry to tousle her hair.

Maybe he should have watched his tongue. Tracey returned with water and tissues, and we kept Daphne company, trying to talk to her, even though she was so tired that it was hard to converse with her. Eventually, she fell asleep again, and Tracey and Harry slipped out of the bedroom, gently closing the door. "She looks so cute when she's asleep," Tracey said, peeking through the keyhole.

"Yeah," Harry said. "It's weird that I have no symptoms."

"Me neither," she said, shrugging. There was nothing unusual about both of them being half-naked in the apartment. After all, they were adults.

"We should take some pictures before she wakes up, and then move on to sex?"

She eagerly agreed. "Let's do it."

They started from the couch, where they laid out her toys. She looked at the mouse and took a deep breath, preparing herself for the challenge. "Okay, let's do this."

"I'm ready whenever you are," Harry said with the camera in hand.

She didn't take off her panties, but she still decided to masturbate with the mouse while Harry took photos. "Panties just in case Jack comes back from work," she said, smiling. "That should be the title."

"Not bad," Harry said and brought the camera close to her wet spot, which was constantly growing. With her hand, she pulled her panties to the side, revealing her pink, innocent entrance. She rubbed her wet folds with the tip of the mouse, covering it with her juices. Harry already felt his cock throbbing in his pants, and he felt such a strong urge to fuck her that it was hard for him to keep the camera steady. Her breath deepened as she inserted the mouse inside.

"I saw that Bambi already used it, so I got jealous," she said and giggled as Harry continued taking photos.

Harry chuckled. "I'll remember both."

"Let's see how deep I can take it," she said and felt like in slow motion as Harry watched his mouse disappear into her wet hole. She moaned and bit her lower lip. "Oh, it tickles."

"Just a few more inches," Harry encouraged her and took photos.

She let out a deep breath as she pushed herself to the limit and almost swallowed the entire mouse. She took a deep breath and pushed the mouse out, which came out dripping wet, so soaked that it almost slipped out of her hands.

"I've never shown something so thick in me before... Will it still be usable?"

"Don't worry about it," Harry said, lazily wiping it off with a towel and setting it aside. "Should we take bathroom pictures?"

She eagerly agreed and followed Harry to the bathroom. They gently closed the door, and she sat on the toilet.

"What's first on the menu?"

Her eyes scanned from bottles of shampoo to Harry's toothbrush. "Let's take the shampoo bottle."

Harry handed her the shampoo bottle, and she eagerly rubbed it against her folds. "Wait," Harry said, as she moved a bit too quickly. "Let me grab the camera." She chuckled. "I'm horny."

"You're not alone," Harry muttered under his breath.

"I heard that... and saw it," she said, furrowing her brows.

Sitting on his stomach, Harry found the perfect angle and nodded. "Alright, go for it."

She rubbed the shampoo bottle along her wet pussy and pushed it inside.

"I thought you said you were tight," Harry noticed and glanced at her questioningly as she pushed the bottle inside, even deeper than Daphne.

"I am," she said in a hoarse voice, sliding the bottle in and out. "I've experimented like any other girl... But your cock will take it to a whole new level."