Pleasure was shooting through her body to the extent she felt every sinew was being overtaken by it. By the gods, her euphoria was growing more and more powerful with each passing moment. Whether it was just the cocaine itself settling in more than it had before, or if it was the pleasure mixing with the cocaine, she could not tell. Nor did she care. All she cared about was getting fucked and getting the rest of her pleasure. Groaning as his mouth went to work on her chest again, her nails pressed slightly harder into his skin.
And then she let out a louder moan of intense pleasure as he picked the tempo up and pressed her harder against the wall. In reaction, she pressed her nails harder into his shoulders. "Fuck...yes," was all she was able to manage in reply. She returned his hungry kiss with a fiery and lustful one of her own. As she felt his tongue against her lips, she parted them, her own tongue darting out to flick against his and inviting his tongue into her mouth. She matched his pace, feeling herself growing closer to her own orgasm.