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Shock held her motionless, and she stared entranced at the boy’s stiffly upright cock, at how his hand was moving slowly, lovingly, up and down upon it. Glynn was masturbating; no doubt about that. His balls were lifting and falling to the rhythm of his stroking, and she was surprised at their size, and at the length of his prick. It wasn’t very big around — not compared to the two she had seen to date — but it was inches longer than either of those.
Glynn had a book in his other hand, engrossed in its pictures, and Lorena thought it must be one of those horny magazines young guys seemed to dig so much. It was turning him on, that was certain; his hand fondled his glistening shaft, and worked up to the lavender colored head, then stroked down to his balls once more. His pubic hair was a rich and shining brown, feathering his crotch and covering his balls with a shaggy fur.
She felt her heart pounding and the threat of a runaway pulse in her throat. The nipples of her tits lifted strongly and pushed against her thin shirt.
Lorena couldn’t even take her eyes off that sensuous movement as his hand slid up and down, up and down. He had something on his cock, she thought, and was sure of it when she saw him lift his hand to his mouth and lick it several times, wetting down the palm. Glynn was using his own saliva, and that was something she had always wondered about, how boys did it. It was easy for a girl because her pussy turned juicy right away, and when she slid a finger inside to feel around…
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