The motel bills are going to get expensive.

You meet up with Gemma every day from that point on, at the same motel and what quickly becomes your regular room. The motel attendant doesn't ask any questions, of course. They are paid far too little to care about what goes on in the complex, and are happy to simply hand you the key before returning to their magazines. You find as the days go on, your general mood improves, to the point where you're extremely motivated at work and productive at home. You never realized your sexual needs were so deprived, and being able to release your tension every single day has transformed your life.

A fortnight after your very first encounter in the bar, you find yourself in the familiar environment of the motel room, engaging in yet another passionate tryst with Gemma. You lean back in an armchair as she rides you, your hands on her hips as she bounces her tiny body up and down on your shaft. You glance down and admire the milky white secretions she's creamed all over your cock, and her tight pussy lips which grip onto your thickness each time she pulls away. Sweat drips down her face and body as she pants, moistening her dry lips with her tongue.

"Can I... ah... ask you something.. ahh..." she gasps, "Do you feel... ahh.. a connection between the two of us? Not like... ahh.. just a physical one..."

Her face blushes with embarrassment at the awkwardness of the question.

"I-i-it's just that... ahhh... every time we make love... ah.. ahh... we never stop staring into each other's eyes..."