Coupled

Dee and Carrie had settled down into whatever rhythm they could achieve out of prison life. Carrie was rubbing Dee's feet and legs while Dee braided Carrie's hair into cornrows. Carrie was absolutely expected to be the docile domestic partner. Dee ate her pussy on occasions, but Carrie did most of the pussy eating in the relationship. Carrie kept the cell clean. Dee protected her.

Edwin still required regular sucking, but at least he didn't try to fuck her. Apparently there'd been a guard that imprisoned an inmate some years back. Edwin wasn't looking to get fired, so he kept his needledick away from Carrie's pussy. Carrie sighed. It'd be a long decade, but she'd survive it.

"So what do you want to do after we get out?" Carrie asked while Dee finished up the cornrows.

"Run a restaurant. Soul food like my mama. Back home in Chicago. I just need someone to run the front of house for me, while I run the kitchen," Dee said, enjoying the foot massage. Carrie bounced on her feet, raising her hands. She needed something to look forward to.