In short order, the matron cried out and gasped, almost as if she was fighting the inevitable.  Closing her eyes she pressed her face down into the captain's neck and clawed at her back.  The warm gush of fluids around Doxi's futacock showed how much she enjoyed it.  The way was now much easier and slicker.  Her chest rose and fell as she gasped and panted as Doxi continued to pound into her.  She held onto Doxi tightly though as she lost the power from the one leg she stood on.  Now there were no more words from the older woman, just panting wordless cries.