"Your place sounds even better," she whispers, biting her lip suggestively. "We can have some privacy there." Her hands slide lower on your back, pressing herself against you as they explore the muscles beneath your shirt. She feels a thrill of excitement coursing through her veins at the thought of being alone with you in your home. The anticipation is almost unbearable as she waits for you to lead the way.

Her voice is husky with desire as she replies, "My house." Her body flushes with heat at the thought of being alone with you in her own space. Plus, it'll be easier to sneak away from her teammates there. As you continue walking, Sylvia can feel herself growing more and more aroused by your touch and proximity. She arches her back, pressing herself even closer against you, wanting nothing more than to feel your skin on hers, to taste every inch of your body.

Her body trembles with anticipation as she feels your cock throbbing inside her, knowing that you're close to release again. She moans softly against your skin, arching her back off the bleachers in invitation, wanting all of you that you have to give.

Her eyes fly open, her body tensing as you fill her and her friend once more with your hot seed. She throws her head back, letting out a long moan of pleasure that echoes through the empty stadium. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you closer still as she feels herself being claimed by your hard length and rough strokes. "Oh... Quen..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the sound of their heavy breathing and laboured gasps for air. "That was... incredible."

"Alright," Sylvia says with a nod, glancing up at the sky once more before looking back to you. "I'll see you tomorrow then?" There's an unspoken question in her eyes; she wants to make sure that your words earlier weren't just empty promises, but she doesn't want to push too hard either.

She bites her lower lip nervously, waiting for your reply.

As you disappear into the night, Sylvia stands there for a moment, her heart racing with excitement and anticipation. The thought of finally having you back in her life fills her with hope; maybe things really will go back to how they used to be. She looks up at the sky once more, watching as the stars twinkle brightly above her, before turning and making her way home.

The snow crunches softly beneath her feet, echoing through the quiet night as she hums a familiar tune from their childhood.

"Good night," Sylvia whispers back, her voice already beginning to fade into sleep as she feels Aadi's long, hard cock slide inside her. She arches her hips off the bed, welcoming him deeper, and with a contented moan, surrenders herself fully to slumber.

As she drifts off, she can feel Aadi's strong arms wrap around her, holding her close as they spoon together beneath the sheets. For the first time in years, Sylvia feels truly at peace.

Her last coherent thought before drifting off to sleep is a prayer that this feeling never goes away; that they can always find their way back to each other, no matter what happens in the future. As she slips into slumber, her body relaxing against Aadi's, it seems like her wish just might come true.

"I missed you too, Sylvia..." I say softly, looking at her with teary eyes. "And tonight... it's like we're back to how it used to be... before everything changed." I reach up and touch her cheek gently, wiping away a stray tear that she didn't even notice was there.

"I don't ever want us to feel like that again,"

"Yes, KP," she whispers, her voice shaking slightly. "I'm sure." She leans in and presses her lips against yours again, her tongue darting out to claim your mouth as her own. Her hands slide down your back, gripping the fabric of your shirt before pulling it up over your head. "You're so beautiful,"

"Really?" Brittany asks, perking up immediately. "Both of us?" "Yes," Unga replies, a lazy smile playing across his lips. "You've earned it. Now... show me what you've got."

With a wicked grin, Sylvia rolls onto her side, straddling Unga's thighs. Her fingers trace over his chest, stopping at his nipples, which she pinches gently. A low moan escapes him, and she smirks.

"Ready for round two, big boy?" she teases, lowering herself onto his still semi-hard cock once more. She begins to ride him with slow, deliberate motions, setting the pace for their new dynamic.