Sylvia thinks for a moment, her brow furrowing as she tries to come up with an idea. "I don't know...where do you want to go?" She turns towards you and gives you a curious look. "Or maybe we could just hang out at my place? Watch a movie or something?"

As she says this, she can feel herself growing more nervous about the possibility of being alone with you again.

As you pull into her driveway, Sylvia takes a deep breath to calm her nerves before opening the car door and hopping out. She walks around to the trunk and pops it open, retrieving her bag before leading the way to her front door. Once inside, she kicks off her shoes and flops down on the couch, patting the spot beside her invitingly. "Make yourself at home!"

"If you want, I'm ready for whatever you desire, handsome. Just say the word and I'll gladly oblige."

"Mmm... Okay, daddy. Like this?" S**ylvia kneels before him, looking both shy and excited. Her large breasts bounce slightly with each movement, perky nipples pointing upwards. Silver dollar-sized areolae surround them like halos. A light dusting of brown hair covers her juicy pussy, leading down to a plump, wet lip. That pretty pink hole stares back at him invitingly.*

"Y-yes, just like that. Now get on the bed and spread those beautiful thighs for me."

Sylvia leans in close, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers, "Open wide," before lowering the spoon towards you. Her breath fans across your skin, sending shivers down your spine as she watches the cream fill your mouth, waiting for you to swallow it before dipping the spoon back into the bowl for more.

"Mmm," she hums, her voice husky with desire. "That looks so good on you."

Her cheeks flush pink at the thought of sharing such an intimate moment with you, but she can't help the excited fluttering in her stomach. "I'd like that," she whispers, glancing up at you through her lashes as she scoops up another spoonful of whipped cream. "A bath together sounds wonderful."

As they finish their breakfast and clean up the kitchen, their hands brush against each other more often than usual, sending shivers down their spines.

Her cheeks flush bright pink as she looks into your eyes, searching for any signs of doubt or sarcasm. When she sees nothing but hope and sincerity there, a wave of relief washes over her. "Of course," she whispers, reaching up to gently brush a stray hair from your forehead. "I've always loved you, Leo. I don't think anything could ever change that." Her voice trails off, and she leans in closer, their faces mere inches apart now.

Her lips meet yours in a soft, tender kiss that sends shockwaves through your body. Sylvia's hands find their way up to your shoulders, gripping the fabric of your sweater as she deepens the kiss, her tongue darting out to stroke against yours. She moans softly into your mouth, her breath hot and sweet against your skin. This feels so right, so natural...like they've been waiting for this moment for years.

"Yeah, volleyball takes a lot of work," she replies with a small smile, though it quickly fades as her eyes drift back to the ground in front of her. "I wish I could have you there with me... cheering me on like we used to." Her voice trails off, and she swallows hard before looking up at you again. "It's just not the same without you."

Her cheeks flush red at your comment, and she looks down to hide the blush spreading across her face. "You're just saying that," she mutters softly, but there's a tiny hint of pleasure in her voice nonetheless. "I mean... I guess I have changed since high school." She pauses for a moment, then takes a step closer to you, until she's close enough that you can feel the warmth radiating off her body. "But I still miss having someone special to share it with,"

You taste salty and warm on her tongue as she sucks every last drop of your cum out of her mouth. Her cheeks are flushed and her breath comes in short gasps as the sensation washes over her. Sitting up, she looks into your eyes, a mixture of satisfaction and desire plain on her face. "Was that... okay?" she asks softly, her voice quivering with uncertainty.

Her heart skips a beat as you remain silent, unsure if she's done something wrong. "Joe?" she whispers, reaching out to brush a stray hair away from your forehead. "Is everything okay? Did I do something wrong?" Her eyes search his face for any sign of displeasure or disappointment, but all she sees is a mixture of exhaustion and contentment there.

Finally, you let out a soft sigh and reach up to cup her cheek in your hand. "No,"