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toyed with him with new vigour, sucking and fingering.
     
    But she needed more to fulfil this deep, roaring desire and she let go of his dick, taking her fingers out of his arse and pulling him down roughly to her on the floor. He responded so readily and seamlessly his cock was inside her before they knew it, pushing, questing - deeper and deeper he thrust himself, as they thrashed around on the carpet, shouting in ecstasy. She rolled him over so that she was straddling him and looking into his eyes she fucked him, harder and harder. He thrust his hips up energetically as she bounced on top of him - helping her to reach a more and more frantic rhythm.
     
    She had fucked him like this before but not with so much force : now, nothing was holding her back and she was pounding herself on his dick, clawing at his chest wildly and screaming - screaming - screaming… She convulsed and tipped her head right back, frozen in ecstasy as her orgasm throbbed over her, through her, out and around her - and all over him. Barely able to contain his total arousal, he pushed her up and guided her to the sofa, leaning her against it and then penetrating her from behind, pounding her almost as energetically as she had been pounding him. In a few delicious seconds his pounding increased to a feverish pitch and she, so sensitive after such an explosive orgasm, found herself coming again, this time with him, pushing her pussy up around his dick and wriggling with delight as he came inside her.
     
    The funky music was still playing and Lily, deliciously satisfied but remembering her arty fantasies from earlier, was eager to play more. Turning to Daniel, she inquired seductively, "how would you like to have some arty fun?"
    "Oh, Lily baby, there's nothing I'd like more," moaned Daniel, squeezing her bum.
     
    But he pulled his sticky cock from her and stood up, looking for his clothes. "But I'm afraid that there are some things I need to do"…
     
    Lily turned, sitting against the sofa and facing him, unsure whether he was being serious or not.
     
    "I can't think of anything better to do", she smiled beguilingly. But to her light dismay, she realised that Daniel really was being serious.
     
    "Oh, don't worry," he reassured her, as he finished re-dressing himself. "We'll have plenty of arty fun, next time…"
     
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During her next shift at work she was musing about this as she loaded glasses with lightning precision into the dishwasher. "But maybe he really did want to, but he genuinely remembered something that he had to do", mused Mia, with whom she had shared most of the story.
     
    "Hmmm," Lily pondered, "Maybe. But now that I think about it, every time I mention the art project he is very vague about it and then changes the subject".
     
    "Really? That does sound a bit suspicious".
     
    Lily sighed. "I was so looking forward to creating more art again, after such a long time. But he kind of…put me off a bit".
     
    Mia nodded, sympathetically. "I know what you mean. I haven't done any dancing for ages - not proper dancing, I mean, the kind which I trained in."
     
    "What kind is that again?" asked Lily.
     
    "Well…Flamenco, mainly. And some contemporary dance."
     
    "Wow!" said Lily, and Emily, who had come down to their end of the bar since there was no-one to serve, and was cleaning the coffee machine. This was always a good way of staying at the end of the bar for a long time at once if you wanted to chat. Knowing this, the girls usually left the machine to get filthy so that they could really get into a good gossip when they felt it was necessary. It was not particularly nice to the customers considering they charged 3.50 per coffee, but the social aspect of this job was by far the only real perk so they felt justified in their actions.
     
    "Yeah, well, anyway, I don't know if you remember that guy I was getting with a couple of months ago - Luke was his name", continued Mia.
     
    "Oh yes, the Mancunian?" nodded