Continue Doggy Style with the Ghoul

The Ghoul found himself enjoying the position greatly, or so Madeline thought. Maybe it was because he didn't have to see Madeline's face trying to pretend enjoyment. Who could love the face of a Ghoul after all? Maybe the Ghoul just liked being able to enjoy looking at all of Madeline's ass and back and dark hair. Madeline felt the Ghoul's gross touch on her hips as his hands took hold of her and he thrust forward again and again.

"Ooooooh Yeahhhhhhhhhhh." The Ghoul moaned as he inhaled through what remained of his nose for breath.

Madeline put her face down on the bed and panted softly as the Ghoul kept up a steady rhythm. Was she extra wet? She thought to herself. Maybe working at the Atomic Wrangler was making her into a true whore--she couldn't tell. She caught sight of the Ghoul look to one side of her and stare at her breasts as they lurched forward and swung backward with each of his thrusts. Everyone loved her breasts. The Ghoul was no exception. After a moment of his eyes tracking her breast she felt a leathery hand move up and squeeze her left tit.

He squeezed hard as he continued to fuck her. And yet he seemed to be leveling out his rhythm.