Madeline On Top of the Ghoul

Madeline moved her hands to indicate that Ghoul lay down. He smiled a sickly grin, his lips pulling back revealing a surprising number of teeth that remained considering his condition.

Madeline climbed on top of the Ghoul in reverse cowgirl fashion. That way she wouldn't have to look at that eerie smile. She held her breath as she reached down to the Ghoul's cock. Just holding it made her ill inside. But her people were depending on her. That **** all doubt away as she grabbed the mutated member of the Ghoul and placed it to her warm slit.

She slowly moved down on the misshapen manhood until it was completely inside of her.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh yeah." The Ghoul sighed as she sat on his cock.

She began to move up and down, not slowly, because she knew she needed to keep the Ghoul going in case he started to waiver. She needed to keep his blood flowing, or whatever it was now that kept his fragmented body together.

Madeline leaned forward and rocked back and forth on the bed it creaked as she moved again and again. The Ghoul was enjoying himself. His leathery hands moved to her ass and squeezed it. His hands found her hips and he let her set the pace for a while but then used his hands to guide her down on his cock harder.

Madeline arched her back and the Ghoul's cock was hitting places she hadn't known before. Was she about to climax? She wasn't sure. She was too focused on pleasing the Ghoul. This was a job after all.

The scraping and groaning came not just from the Ghoul but from the bed as Madeline rocked ever harder forward and backward, his cock filling her very wet womanhood.