Once he had her pressed against the wall, she slid her hands around to the backs of his shoulder, groaning loudly as he started rocking his hips again. When she got his rhythm down, she moved her hips in sync with him, a moan escaping her lips.
If Gaia had been in a more rational state of mind, she would have wondered where his ability to hold her up against the wall with only one hand supporting her. But as it stood, she was rather too focused on other things, and her head was swimming a bit much from the cocaine and the pleasure she felt. As she felt him move a bit harder, she moaned louder, her eyes closing and her head tilting back a bit. She pressed her nails into his shoulders a bit, moving her own hips against his equally as hard.
"Fucking cock, that feels so good," she groaned out. Her back arched, pressing her body tighter against his.