No screams, just gasps.  That was a<em>very</em>good sign; Doxi knew that many women cried out, found it uncomfortable... but if nothing else the Matron had plenty of restraint and control... in the right places anyway.  And damn was she tight!  Like sticking her dick in a vice almost, one that made her feel<em>really</em>great.  The matron's desire for more was all she needed and she began to slide inch after inch in, laughing at Stoella.<br/><br/>"Of course!  I might just keep her for myself though; she's quite a woman!" she grunted, sliding he dick in more and more, leaning forward to look the Matron in her eyes, closed as they may be "You like this huh?  You like having your ass deflowered by a nasty pirate captain?  Open your eyes and have a look-see; you told me how much you loved watching yourself get<em>fucked</em>didn't you?"<br/><br/>And speaking of fucking, once she got her dick in as far as she could, she began to pull out, slowly but surely, until only the head remained inside.  In and out then, slowly picking up the pace, which was naturally a bit slower since her dick was longer than she usually made it, if only so the Matron had more to her viewing pleasure.  Doxi though was enjoying going so slow, finding a certain erotic fascination with making this woman find this to be the most pleasurable session of her life, making this woman squeal and scream (if that's how she reacted; moans were just as delightful).  Not that the woman's body was making her thrusting any easier; she was so tight it's a wonder she hadn't blown her load yet...