Every time Valentina goes to the fridge everything she’s bought is gone. And she’s sooo over it. Today she catches the little kitchen mouse in action. After yelling at him and a little fat shaming she leaves. Valentina is pissed that he isn’t able to get it up because of all the added cholesterol in his system. He’s under doctor direction to abstain from sex so that only adds to the marital disappointment. After the lashing and feeling even worse about his life, he sneaks back into the fridge, this time going for the cheese. Something about it is a little off, and things just aren’t sitting right. In a dairy-induced psychosis he follows a trail of cheese crumbs to his wife and she leads him to a pair of men eager to fuck her the way she’s been longing for. They fill her holes to the point the little mouse cries out in agony How many times are you going to fuck my wife? She makes sure he gets a close up of the kind of milk she loves the most: man milk from anyone but her slothy husband.