Prison Erotica

I could hear Kota breathing heavily and mumbling under his breath as I took the sheets out of the washer and loaded them into the dryer. I just had to fold the last load of towels and then wait for the sheets to dry so I could fold them...

I had been at The Ranch for two weeks and had washed more dishes and clothes than I ever believed existed. My nails were a mess, my skin looked awful, my hair looked lackluster; in other words, I was a mess, and to top it off, I had not had any sex since my first day here...

I cannot believe he would choose fresh young pussy over his daughter. Just wait until he gets back from that damn cruise. I am going to make that bimbo’s life so miserable. I do not need another mommy...