The Ghoul Fucks Madeline Doggy Style

Madeline moved to the rickety bed where she earned her caps at the Atomic wrangler and got on all fours, presenting herself to him.

"Think you can work with this?" Madeline said with a wry smile that was more offering than scolding as she wiggled her ass, her breasts jiggled as she made the motion on the creaky bed.

"Hmmmmm I think so." the Ghouls said with a gruff voice his teeth showing a grin as he moved over to the bed "You are one fine piece of ass." he said as he moved behind her on the bed and placed both is hands on her ass and squeezed gently. He didn't want to hurt her as he moved his hands around her ass admiring the soft touch. Madeline meanwhile closed her eyes and acted like she enjoyed the leathery worn skin of his boney hands as they worked her ass cheeks.

From this position the Ghoul was able to aim his cock a bit easier than if he tried missionary. He used one hand to move one of Madeline's ass cheeks aside as he guided his malformed member with the other. Madeline wasn't particular wet but he managed to get in the right slit after a few close pokes.

"Ohhhhhh yessss." he moaned as he slowly inched his rough cock inside of Madeline. He stared at it entering her as Madeline looked back to see the enjoyment on his dead looking face.

He pushed his cock all the way inside of her and Madeline gasped.

"OGH!" Madeline's amazement was sincere, perhaps he was bigger than she thought or maybe the malformed manhood curved at such a way as to surprise her. In either event she genuinely felt some ting of pleasure as he began to pulsate in and out of her. She even ignored his hands as they clasped too tightly on her hips and ass--either because he was overly excited or because he lacked feeling in his dying digits.

The Ghoul entered her over and over. His hands wandering around her body as he moved his hips toward her again and again. He went from slow rhythmic motions but began to thrust harder and in quick succession. He was enjoying himself well. Even Madeline was moaning in actual appreciation, her body soft against his hard figure.

After a while he began to slow his rhythm down and his thrusts contained less gusto...