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I was nervous.

My best friend had given me the voucher, with a meaningful smile.

“You’re going to love it. He has magical hands.”

Now I was standing in front of the studio. My heart was pounding.

I took a deep breath and stepped inside.

The room was warm, smelled of sandalwood and vanilla. Dimmed lights, soft music.

Then I saw him.

Tall. Broad shoulders, strong arms, a deep, calm voice that vibrated through my body. His dark eyes scrutinized me from head to toe.

“Ah, so you’re my client.”

I nodded.

“Take off your clothes and lie on your stomach.”

I hesitated briefly.

“All off?”

He grinned.

“I can’t massage you properly if you’re wearing anything.”

My mouth went dry.

I slowly opened my blouse, letting it slide to the floor. Then the bra. My breasts were small but sensitive.

His eyes rested on me for a moment too long.

Then I hesitantly slid my jeans down. And finally the last piece of fabric.

His eyebrows raised slightly.

“Oh… this is a surprise.”

My face burned.

But then he grinned wryly.

“But a very nice one.”

I lay on the lounger, my heart racing.

Then I heard a soft popping sound.

Oil.

It dripped warmly onto my shoulders, ran slowly down my back.

Then – his hands.

Big, strong, mercilessly precise.

His fingers pressed deep into my muscles, slowly kneading out my tension.

“You’re really tense…”

I gasped softly.

He worked his way lower. Over my sides, my waist.

Then – a firm grip on my buttocks.

I twitched slightly.

“Mmm… you have a perfect ass.”

He kneaded me slowly. His thumbs pressed into my skin, his fingers slid over the round curves.

Then he spread my legs.

“So shy… but your body betrays you.”

Oil ran slowly between my thighs.

Then – his fingers, light as a feather on my most sensitive spot.

I gasped.

“Ohhh… you really are something special.”

His other hand wandered over my back, slid under my body – and found me.

He laughed softly.

“Such a sweet secret…”

His left hand kneaded my breast, his right gripped me tightly.

“I bet you’ve never had a massage like this before.”

I couldn’t answer.

His hand began to move.

Oily. Mercilessly.

“Let yourself go, princess.”

He massaged me slowly, then sped up.

I curled my fingers into the sheet, my hips jerking.

“Mmm… you’re so sensitive.”

His grip tightened.

“I want to see you explode.”

Then – a hard, jerking jolt.

I cried out.

Hot streams over my skin.

He continued to massage me, milking me until there was nothing left.

Then he let go of me.

I lay there panting.

He leaned over me, his breath hot against my ear.

“Next time I’ll enjoy your sweet tits even longer.”

I knew there would be a next time.