When Men give me those slow, deliberate, deep thrusts into my velveteen, sissy depths, my legs instinctively spread wider and my heels lock onto to His ass to pull Him deeper into me, ensuring His condomless, Masculine, breeding instrument is as deep as possible when he spasms. My body desperately needs His sex and hence, my entrance relaxes, naturally accepting Him to the hilt, while my love-tunnel softly caresses His ENTIRE delicious length, just as if my body was MADE to be penetrated, and ultimately copulate with as many Alpha Men as possible... Oh. My. Fucking. God.