Missionary with the Ghoul

Then the Ghoul moved his arms into a position to straddle Madeline. Madeline could feel his strange manhood graze her wet pussy. She was very wet now, and even the Ghoul's strange cock easily found her moist slit. He moved inside of Madeline slowly, both savoring the feeling of her on his cock and being considerate of his malformed member. He pushed more of his cock deeper inside of her, until Madeline could feel his balls against her. As far as he can go inside of her the Ghoul then took a moment to savor the sensation, mostly for himself. But he was paying after all. It had be a long time for the Ghoul and Madeline could tell he was enjoying the feelings.

The Ghoul began to move in and out, in and out. But old habits were coming back to the Ghoul and he began to thrust in quick hard strokes, holding Madeline close to him now as he went deep inside her with every movement of his ancient frame.

The Ghoul picked up his pace and began to move his cock's misshaped head almost entirely out of her before plunging inside her wet slit again and again. The Ghoul had found a rhythm that worked for his radiated body.