Sexual Urge.

 Andrew slammed the door behind him,frustrated as he drove away from his house. He needed an outlet, a way to relief his sexual urge. He hasn't felt this trapped in a long time. His destination was clear, the hotel where his sex pay her usually wait for him. He went there because Anna couldn't give him what he wanted, so he has to go somewhere else.

 As he entered the room No 12, she was already there, ready, with a sly smile on her lips. There were no words exchanged, just a silent understanding . Andrew didn't need a conversation tonight, he just wanted to lose himself and suppress the urge in him.

 He moved towards her, unbuttoned her clothes as the atmosphere became hotter, his movement rough but controlled. He pushed her on the bed as she began to moan his name in a low tone as he thrust his dick into hers, seeking relief in her warmth. Her hands gripped his shoulders tightly, biting him to make it more passionate , pulling him deeper. The air was thick with a scent of passion and the sound of her moaning voice echoing in the room.

 Meanwhile, his mind was elsewhere, a place he hasn't expected" annabella" The thought of her made him realise that , despite the physical pleasure, something was missing . He never kissed anyone he didn't love. It was only the physical escape of the urge inside of him.

 Even as the moment became passionate, her body responded to every thrust. He wasn't just searching for release, he was trying to calm the confusion she caused him. 

 He pulled away, a sense of relief and dissatisfaction . The act has done nothing to calm his mind or heart. He dressed in silence, left a huge amount of money to Lisa, his sex patner and left the hotel, heading back to his house.