The Ghoul Cums inside of Madeline (Reverse Cowgirl)

Madeline worked her ass, riding the Ghoul with a frantic pace. She leaned forward and used her arms to support her as moved her ass in quick movements up and down englufing his twisted manhood inside of her over and over. His wrinkled hands felt the smooth fleshy plumpness of her well defined ass as it moved. He squeezed hard. But it just indicated that he would soon climax at this rage.

He then reached for her hips and slammed them down on his cock encouraging her to change to just the right rhythm for him to peak.

"Aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" he moaned or half wailed as jolted and jostled against her. His body convulsing as he pumped Madeline full of his seed, her body still moving on top of him.

Madeline felt his body stiffen and saw his legs quiver as she rode him. She also felt his cock go limp quickly inside of her, as well as a sense of tingling she had not felt ever before. It felt almost electrifying but not in a pleasurable way. Was his cum radioactive? She wasn't sure, but she knew she had done her part as he rolled slowly off of her and let out a long satisfying sigh.

Madeline looked down and saw what must have been the Ghoul's cum running down her leg womanhood, down the Ghoul's balls and onto the bed.

"Jesus Christ," Madeline said "Is that glowing?" as she looked back at the Ghoul then dismounted.

The Ghouls cum gave off a very slight florescent glow as it streamed down Madeline's inner thigh. The Ghoul raised what would have been an eyebrow if he had any hair left.

"Shit." He said "I guess so? Sorry doll, its been a while. I doubt its something a little Radaway can't fix. Don't worry I can't get you pregnant either. Ha...one benefit of being a Ghoul."

Madeline began to clean herself up and wiped up what she could ungraciously with a rag.

"Truth is, darling" The Ghoul said as he sat up on the bed a sickly grin on his face "I haven't gotten off like that in years. Hell--decades. Worth every fucking cap." He motioned with his head toward the bedside table where the bag of caps lay. Madeline certainly wouldn't forget those. She earned her way into the Strip with this one job.