A phone and a balaclava

"I already called mom, and the school telling them, you're sick and I'm staying home to take care of you. I also told mom not to worry, as you're in good hands." Sarah says walking back into the room naked except for a pair of white, lacey, see through, panties. And surprisingly a matching shade of lipstick. "Here put this on." Sarah says throwning a ski mask to Adam. "Uh, what's this for?" "I can't send Amy a pic, of this exquisite, mouth watering cock, with my little brothers face in it, now can I?" Adam quickly pulls the mask over his head and Sarah takes a few pictures to send to her bestfriend/fuckbuddy. "You can take it off your face, but leave it on so you can wear it when she shows up, okay little brother? Oh and we need a name I can give to her when she asks who this," she runs her tongue up the length of Adams cock. "is attached to, I'm thinking Steve?" Sarah wraps her lips around the head his dick, her tongue swirls around the tip as she licks off a bead of precum, before starting to bob on it trying to work Adam's cock as deeply as possible. After slathering a layer of drool over the now glistening fuckrod Sarah works it down her throat managing to get eight inches before she has to back off, leaving a nice lipstick ring to show her accomplishment. "Before I mount this horsecock of your's bro, and forget, I need to get something else."