When Galen started moving with her rhythm, Gaia let out a louder moan. Dear gods it felt good. It had felt like centuries had passed since she'd last had sex. Nevermind the fact it had only been a little over a month since she'd last had it. The prospect of fucking someone closer to her age than her husband was beyond stimulating. And she would take an amazingly muscular man over a withered old man any day. Not to mention she was fairly certain Galen would have far more stamina than her dear late husband did.
A pleased grin curved her lips as she felt Galen's mouth on her neck again and his hands on her ass. She slid her hands to the back of his head, threading her fingers through his hair as much as possible since it was on the shorter side.
"Oh fuck," she groaned out, moving faster and harder against him. She felt her stimulation grow and gods she wanted more. By now her moans had increased in both pitch and frequency, adding to the proof that she was getting pleasure out of this. And as long as her cocaine high would allow her, she would continue to get pleasure out of this encounter. She was forever glad that she'd run into Galen this night. She had not imagined such events taking place tonight, but here it was.