Uncontrolled feelings

Brenda's pov

I'm still in a state of shock about what happened last night with Johnson at his house. Back when we were deeply in love, I used to affectionately call his private part and I usually call it, the "stick of life" because it brought me great pleasure, whether during intercourse or when I performed oral sex on him like a lollipop.

Even after taking a cold shower couldn't distract me from my thoughts and strong zeal to get hold of it. I left the bathroom, but my first attention was still focused on what had happened to us in the past. At first, I quietly collected his hair without him noticing and gathered the courage to leave his bedroom. After staring at him for a while, I eventually left and went to the guestrooms.

I thought I had successfully won the battle against my erotic desires for Johnson's exposed dick, but my mind kept replaying memories of our intimate moments when we were alone together in the past. I don't know where the sudden urge came from, but it pul