The memory of their size and juiciness consumed her thoughts. She longed for the days when they were plump and tempting, begging to be squeezed and tasted. They were a symbol of her fertility and femininity, and she missed them dearly. Oh how she craved to feel the weight of her round belly again, swollen with new life, and the sensation of her milky breasts being suckled by a hungry mouth. But her partner had gotten a vasectomy, robbing her of the chance to experience it all again. Frustrated and desperate, she contemplated going behind his back to fulfill her yearning for pregnancy. As she playfully slapped her own breasts, she fantasized about having his permission to breed without restraint. The thought of being able to act on every desire and impulse was exhilarating. But deep down, she knew that true self-control was the ultimate form of sexiness. To choose not to act on those impulses out of love for another person was the epitome of selflessness. But in this fleeting moment, she couldn't resist the temptation any longer. Her body ached with primal urges as she let herself succumb to the animalistic desires within her. As she rode him raw and unprotected, she couldn't help but wonder if this was just a natural part of evolution - fighting over alphas for the best offspring. But as the game began and they fought for dominance, he got to choose who he wanted at the end of the day - who he wanted to fuck. And in that moment, it was her. She moaned and begged for release as he gave into his own primal instincts and claimed her as his mate once again. The pleasure consumed them both as they indulged in each other's bodies, satisfying their deepest desires and urges. And in that fleeting moment of ecstasy, nothing else mattered except pleasing their master - the one who held all the power and control over their primal needs.