Lana Del Rey x Y/N - A Painful Live Laugh Love....

insecurity

You woke up to the sound of sobbing next to you. You look over to your incredibly sexy, smart, lyrically genius, dilf loving wife next to you, her head under the sheets.
"What's wrong mommy?" You ask while slowly prying the sheets from her face.
"N-n-n-nothing go away slut!" she hisses out. Ouch that hurt ig.
You then tear the sheets from her 5ft 6.929in body, launching her through the wall in the process with your crazy, pussy juice inducing muscles.

Waddling over to her now broken body, bending down and taking her face between ur huge mafia daddy looking ass hands, cradling her close to you.
"It's ok you can talk to me, my Pepsi-Cola."

She glanced to the side, sighs, then looks back into your huge orbs.
"I-it's nothing really.... just that... I'm a little ashamed that my pussy tastes like pepsi-cola.... The haydurs have been telling me I have a yeast infection..." She then bursts out crying again.

"Babe, look at me"- she doesn't look at you so you grab her face and practically break her neck to face you, "BABE! Who cares about what others say about you, I love your Pepsi-cola pussy... They're just jealous of you, they wish they smelt as good as you... I will always love you."

"Thank you my plump cherry, that means a lot to me." She smiles shyly.

You then lean in and kiss her red lips. You force your tongue in her mouth and start licking her teeth. She lets out a wanton of moans as you grope her ass. You then proceed to have epic hardcore big mafia boss sex.