Make out with the Ghoul (Missionary)

Madeline needed to keep the Ghoul going. She could tell he was slowly becoming less excited, like a man who had too much to drink and could go but slowly faded in the sack.

After a lazy thrust by the Ghoul she moved her mouth up to his and surprised him. The look on his stretched and nose-less face was one of wonder. Who would kiss a Ghoul? He probably thought. Most men paid extra to kiss. The Ghoul was paying plenty and Madeline wanted those caps.

He mouth worked on his leathery lips and while he paused his hips she could tell he was still excited when she felt a weak throb inside her. Her hands weren't idle. She moved them all over his body and over what was left of his decaying nipples.

"Grmmmmm." He seemingly growled and grunted with excitement. As if remembering what he was doing he began to trust again. Madeline panted half in show and half in real pleasure as he began again.

Madeline felt his lips on her neck and his breath warm as he pulled her close to get his cock deeper inside of her. Madeline moved a nipple surreptitiously toward his mouth. He took the hint and began to lick and nip with his skeleton like head on her soft breasts. The contrast was sickeningly surreal. But she could tell that he was enjoying it and making out had been a good option to keep the Ghoul going.