Harry's big dick porn adventure ch.23

"Alright, let's get dressed and check out the gym," Harry agreed, fist-bumping her as usual. It took him a few minutes to get dressed, while she remained in their bedroom for about half an hour. Rolling his eyes, he knocked on the door. "Are you... taking care of yourself?"

She approached the door, opened it, and shot him a look. "I'm changing... I need to look good to turn you on."

"I'm already turned on," Harry replied.

She pressed her hand to his bulge and gently stroked it through his shorts. "Just give me a second."

A second turned out to be a few minutes, but she eventually emerged dressed in a tight, pink sports top and equally snug hot pants that left little to the imagination. "How do I look?" she asked, pulling her hair into a ponytail.

"As sexy as ever," Harry said, momentarily losing focus as he gazed at her.

"And my butt?" she asked, bending over to show it off, causing Harry to stare even more.

"Are you teasing me?" Harry asked, his eyes glued to her seductive rear.

"To the gym, duh," she replied.

They took the elevator and reached the gym floor. It wasn't the largest space, but there were hardly any people there, just a few other women in the background doing exercises.

"Hopefully they'll leave soon," Daphne muttered under her breath, clearly unimpressed with the company.

As they started their workout, Harry focused on bench pressing, while Daphne did a few squats. When he was about to lift the barbell in the final exercise, Daphne appeared and noticed him, blocking his view with her ample chest. He set the barbell back on the rack and sat up, facing her. "You know, when you stand like that, all I see is your chest."

She laughed. "That's the point... And now they're gone."

"So?" Harry asked.

She sat down beside him and placed her hand on his crotch. "You still have a few inches left."

"Were you serious about taking pictures here?" Harry asked, eyeing the camera bag she was holding.

She nodded eagerly, standing in her revealing gym attire and suggesting something they definitely shouldn't be doing. "You're feeling that excitement too, aren't you?"

"Of course I am," Harry admitted, gritting his teeth as he realized she had him on a leash, especially when her hand still rested on his bulge. "What's your plan?"

"While I'm doing tricep presses, I'll bend over. You'll come over, pull down my hot pants, and give me a little thrill," she whispered.

"Is that all, or do you mean something else?" Harry asked.

"We'll see... You know our Pornhub audience eats it up," she teased.

Looking around to make sure nobody was nearby, Harry knew he would regret it if he missed this thrilling opportunity. "Alright, let's do it." He couldn't believe they were actually doing this. He followed her, set up the camera, and filmed her from afar. As she pulled the cord, assuming a seductive pose, Harry's heart raced. Approaching her, he squeezed her warm, enticing buttocks, fully aware that this was already a scandalous act in a public place. But it was something more. Harry Potter gently slid down her pants and realized she had undressed again. "Daphne," he muttered under his breath, rolling his eyes.

"Fuck the panties, stick your fingers in there," she whispered quietly, continuing the training.

Balancing the camera with his left hand, Harry reached for her pussy with his right. As soon as he touched her wet folds, a moan escaped her lips. He rubbed her pussy lips, then gently nudged her clit. Images from their previous encounters flooded his mind, and he couldn't resist her any longer.

He pulled down her shorts and freed his cock. A droplet of precum leaked from the slit, and he rubbed it against her wet lips. Harry slid his cock into her, pushing it all the way in. Glancing around to make sure no one was approaching, his heart beat faster than usual as he quickly pounded her ten times before hearing footsteps echoing on the tiles. "Damn," he muttered under his breath, pulling his cock out of her wet hole. Abandoning the camera, he hastily pulled up her hot pants and his shorts. They stared into the corner of the room like deer in headlights, but no one approached. It was just one of the women leaving the changing room and exiting the gym.

"It was just that woman," Daphne whispered, biting her nails. "Feel my heart."

Harry touched it, feeling it pounding harder than ever. "Scared, huh?"

"No," she said. "It's just exciting to do something we shouldn't. Is the camera okay?" Harry quickly checked, lifting it up. "It survived... Alright, what's next?"

"I told you, you'd get into it," she said, scanning the area. "Your cock still has a few inches left... Do a few bench presses, and I'll give you a blowjob."

Harry chuckled. "You sure have an active imagination. I'm not going to argue with that."

While she set up the camera on the tripod, Harry found a bench, loaded smaller weights, and lay down. As he lifted the barbell, she stepped between his legs and wrapped her fingers around his cock. He did one repetition, feeling her tongue swirling around the head. Trying to focus on lifting, he struggled as she plunged his cock into her mouth.

Finishing the reps quickly, Harry watched as she sucked him hard. "Damn, Daphne, that feels amazing," he said, leaning back. He listened for approaching footsteps but only heard her blissful sucking sounds, which made him even harder. She got off him with a pop and licked his cock.

"You can lift more than that," she smirked, delivering sweet kisses all the way to the top. Harry lifted the bar again, doing more reps while she repeatedly swallowed his cock, making her gag a little. Putting the barbell back on the rack, he couldn't do more. If he had an orgasm, he might drop the bar on his head.

"Alright, Daphne, that's enough," he said.

Harry Potter felt a shock as she jumped up and gently stroked his cock. "Are you going to cum soon?"

"Yeah... We should change the scene," Harry coughed. "Since we're on the subject, I could munch on your pussy."

She giggled, pulled up her shorts, and tucked his cock away. Despite the loose clothing, his bulge was clearly pulsating against the fabric. "Okay," she said. "The camera doesn't have to move."

He sat back down as she positioned herself, sliding down her hot pants and offering him her pussy. Honey dripped from her lips, landing in his mouth. She straddled him and pressed her entrance to his mouth. Harry smelled her musky scent and craved more. Opening wide, he plunged into her eagerly. She encouraged him, pressing closer, and Harry obliged, thrusting the bar up with her help. When he finished, she still pressed against his mouth, and Harry grabbed her ass, sliding his tongue over it.

"It feels so good when you lick me," she moaned as she slid off and pulled her pants back on. Wiping her juices from his face, Harry looked around. "Is it over already?"

She shook her head. "No, not yet... Hehe." Harry wasn't sure what her laughter meant as she tapped her chin. "I'll do hip thrusts, and then, during the thrust, you'll kiss my slit... What do you think?"

Harry sighed. "Okay... But let's finish this later, in case someone shows up."

They pushed the bench aside, and she positioned herself, thrusting her hips. Harry leaned in to kiss her with each movement. She nibbled her lip as they continued until Harry was covered in her honey.

High heels clicked nearby, catching them both off guard. "Quick!" Harry whispered, pulling her to her feet and helping her get dressed. They anxiously watched as another woman passed by. "I nearly had a heart attack," Harry muttered, wiping sweat from his forehead.

"Quick, let's go to the face," she said eagerly, grabbing his hand.

"What?" Harry asked incredulously. "Women usually take ages to get changed. We'll get caught."

"It's not her that makes me want to do this, but isn't a facial mask a bit much?" he asked.

"No," she insisted. "Come on, I need a shower after that workout."

"You're someone else," Harry nervously chuckled as she set up the camera. It was too late to back out now as she pulled down his shorts and took his cock into her mouth, sliding it in and out skillfully. Despite the thrill, Harry kept an eye on the changing rooms, his heart racing. He tangled his fingers in her hair, hoping not to explode too soon. He didn't want to pull away from her blissful mouth, especially as she sucked him deeper and harder.

"Damn, Daphne," he whispered, his heart pounding faster as he approached climax, along with another gym-goer. "Just a bit deeper..." She complied, reaching the back of her throat. "There you go." He looked at her, then back at the entrance, feeling the rush of impending release.

Sweat dripped down Harry Potter's forehead as he savored the intense sensation, gripping her head tightly with both hands as he reached the peak, releasing thick streams of semen onto her cheeks.

"Damn," he exclaimed as she swallowed as much as she could before the excess splattered onto her face and hair, even hitting the window behind her, surprising him. Harry rushed to pull up his shorts, but she still sucked him until the woman left the changing room. "Enough!" he hastily pulled up his shorts, and she quickly wiped her face with a towel.

"Christ, that was close," he whispered, feeling relieved they hadn't been caught.

"Yeah... but we got away with it and we have some golden footage," she said, holding up a towel soaked with semen. "I can't wait to show Arielle what we did."

"She'll be thrilled."

"Even more so when we invite her to join in a threesome."

Harry scrutinized her carefully, looking for any signs of joking, but found none. "You still have some cum in your hair. I'll jump in the shower and meet you outside."

"Okay," she agreed.

As Harry stood under the shower, he couldn't believe what they had just done, but the thrill remained. Despite the close call, it was one of the most intense experiences he'd had.

Meeting her outside, she looked happier than ever, her wet hair cascading down, and she embraced him, kissing him on the lips. "I still smell my pussy on your lips."

"And I smell my cock on yours," Harry replied.
She chuckled, and they rode the elevator back to their room. They had prepared freshly shot material for Pornhub, and as always, she came up with clever titles, sending them one after another.

"We should probably grab something to eat after this workout," Harry suggested, patting her back.

"Yeah... it's a shame Tracey can't cook for us," she complained, looking longingly at the kitchen. "Her food tastes a thousand times better than any restaurant crap."

"I agree," Harry said, recalling the delicious meals Tracey had cooked for them. "Do you have any good places in mind?"

"Not right now, but we'll find something," she said, already searching the web.

Finding an interesting restaurant didn't take her long. They got dressed, and she looked sexier than ever in a short top and denim shorts, walking arm in arm through the lobby. The receptionist called out to them. "Can we talk for a moment?"