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part 1

pervy massager Satoru! Who eagerly counts down the days until your next appointment, his mind wandering to all the little ways he can inch his way deeper under your skin. He finds himself planning each step carefully, thinking of how he’ll make this session even more memorable, so that you won’t be able to get him—or his touch—out of your head.

pervy massager Satoru! Who, when you walk through the door for your next appointment, greets you with that warm smile, eyes gleaming with satisfaction at the sight of you. He’s dressed even more casually than usual, the hint of his toned forearms peeking out as he sets up, making sure you’re perfectly comfortable on the table before he begins.

pervy massager Satoru! Who, in that easy, persuasive way of his, subtly suggests a upper-body massage this time, claiming it’ll help “release all that hidden stress.” His words are gentle but insistent, coaxing, making it sound like this is just part of the experience he wants you to have. You hesitate for a moment, and he watches, anticipation clear in his eyes, until you finally nod in agreement.

pervy massager Satoru! Who holds his breath as you lie down on the table, pulling the towel over your hips, covering just enough to maintain modesty while leaving the rest of your body exposed. His eyes linger as the towel drapes over your lower half, leaving your chest bare and vulnerable. His gaze flickers over your skin, drinking in the sight of you, your bare breasts exposed to the cool air. He can’t help but notice how your nipples harden and he feels a surge of satisfaction, his pulse quickening at the sight.

pervy massager Satoru! Who starts his work slowly, hands warm and steady as they trace over your shoulders and arms, as if savoring every inch. His voice drops to a soothing murmur as he comments on each area he massages, his fingers inching closer to your chest with each pass. He pretends not to notice your breaths becoming slightly heavier, though his own restraint is slipping, his gaze darting back to your exposed skin as he works his way lower. His fingers tremble slightly, but he keeps his composure,

pervy massager Satoru! Who can feel his self-control slipping the moment his hands finally reach your chest. His heart pounds as he smooths his palms over the soft skin, moving with careful, deliberate strokes under the guise of a professional touch. His fingers trace gentle circles over your breasts, almost reverently, as he tries to savor the sensation without giving himself away. He’s so close to losing himself, feeling every small shiver, every reaction you have under his hands.

pervy massager Satoru! Who swallows hard, feeling the pressure build between his legs, his dick pressing against the fabric of his pants. But he keeps his expression steady, his hands slow and careful, groping softly just for a moment before pulling back, giving himself enough time to compose his breathing. The urge to linger is overwhelming, but he knows he can’t push too far too fast, not if he wants you to come back for more.

pervy massager Satoru! Who, with a smooth and practiced transition, moves his hands down to your stomach, pressing into the softer muscles there, keeping his touch firm yet gentle. He keeps his eyes on his work, pretending he hasn’t just crossed a line, even as his body betrays his desires. His voice stays calm, a quiet murmur about “relieving tension,” masking his true intentions as he tries to keep himself under control, all while the memory of your soft skin under his hands leaves him throbbing, craving more.

pervy massager Satoru! Who, even as he works over your stomach, feels his pulse racing and his mind clouded with thoughts of everything he’s just touched. He moves with steady hands, though every inch of his body is urging him to go back, to feel that softness again. He keeps his breathing slow, masking the thrill that’s taken over his senses, acting as if he’s only focused on his work. But in reality, each press of his fingers on your skin sends a fresh rush of excitement through him.

pervy massager Satoru! Who lets his hands drift lower, kneading along your abdomen and just grazing the edge of the towel that rests over your hips. He pretends to adjust it, fingers slipping under the fabric just enough to brush over your sensitive clit beneath, making your breath hitch.

pervy massager Satoru! Who, with his tone as calm as ever, asks in a low voice if there’s anywhere else you’d like him to focus on, as though he’s only here to serve you.

pervy massager Satoru! Who lets a slow, satisfied smile spread across his face when you shyly ask him to focus on your chest again, catching the way your cheeks flush a deep, endearing shade of red. His eyes light up with an almost predatory gleam, though he masks it behind a look of gentle professionalism, giving you a reassuring nod as though he’s only here to make you comfortable.

pervy massager Satoru! Who says, “Of course, I’ll make sure to be thorough,” his voice soft and steady, though there’s a hint of something deeper beneath the words. He lets his hands settle back over your chest, each movement slow, precise, and deliberate. His fingers spread over your breast, kneading with just the right amount of pressure, and you feel the warmth of his touch seep through every inch he covers.

pervy massager Satoru! Who, as he massages, takes note of every tiny reaction you make—the way your breath hitches, the slight tremble in your shoulders, the way your blush deepens under his gaze. His touch is gentle yet firm, his thumbs tracing circles over your nipples that feel both soothing and intimate.

pervy massager Satoru! Who can't go futher because the arousual is getting to much for him, finally moves his hands away after what feels like an eternity. He finishes up with a smile that says he’s far from done. “You did great,” he murmurs, his voice smooth and reassuring, masking the satisfaction thrumming beneath it. He can’t help but look forward to the next session, already imagining the next ways he’ll have you melting under his hands. Next time he is sure that he'll finally touch you where he desires the most.

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pervy massager Satoru! Who from the moment he sees you, decides you're not just any client-no, you're the one he has to make his.With a charming smile and that confident, slightly mischievous gleam in his eyes, he welcomes you to your first session, his goal set on making sure you're hooked from the start.

pervy massager Satoru! Who restrains himself during that first appointment, carefully toeing the line between professional and a touch too friendly. His hands are firm but gentle, moving with an attentiveness that's almost unnerving, as though he's studying every reaction you give. He wants everything about this first experience to be flawless, each touch perfectly calibrated, so there's no question in your mind about returning.

pervy massager Satoru! Who, as the session wraps up, leans in with a warm smile and mentions, "For your next appointment, I'll give you a discount. Consider it a welcome gift-just to show you how much l'd love to help you relax again." His words are smooth, laced with subtle intent, a promise hanging in the air that there's more waiting for you if you come back.

pervy massager Satoru! Who grins when he sees you've come back, knowing he did his job perfectly during your first visit. He can barely hide his excitement as he welcomes you in, his eyes roaming over you with a subtle hunger as he leads you to the massage table.

pervy massager Satoru! Who makes a point to hover close as you get comfortable, his fingers brushing your thighs as he drapes the towel over you. He gives you that same smooth, practiced smile and asks if there's any area you'd like "special attention" on today.

pervy massager Satoru! Who starts off innocently enough, his hands working over your shoulders and upper back with a slow, rhythmic pressure, almost too good at coaxing the tension out of you. He makes a few small, innocuous comments, something about how much you must need this, his voice low, as if there's no one else in the world he'd rather be focused on right now.

pervy massager Satoru! Who lets his hands wander further down your back with each pass, kneading deeper as he edges closer to your hips. His fingers slip just a bit under the edge of the towel, his fingers grazing your skin with a softness that sends a shiver through you. And then, as he shifts down toward your lower back, the towel "accidentally" slides lower, exposing the top curve of your ass.

pervy massager Satoru! Who takes his time with your hips, pressing his fingers into the sensitive spots at the base of your spine, his thumbs grazing the dip of your back. He lets the towel slide lower, bit by bit, inching down as his hands work over the full length of your lower body, a soft hum of approval slipping from his lips as he sees more of your ass.

pervy massager Satoru! Who swallows hard, his breathing hitching slightly when he felt his cock rising, struggling to keep himself in check. But with each touch, each brush of his fingers over your skin, he's only getting more worked up.

pervy massager Satoru! Who can't resist a small, almost imperceptible shift of his hips, positioning himself a little closer as he lets his cock press against the edge of the table.

pervy massager Satoru! Who, with his heart pounding and his self-control wearing thin, decides he's taken things far enough for today.As much as he's tempted to push just a little further, he knows he has to play the long game if he wants to keep you coming back, hooked on his touch and his subtle advances.

pervy massager Satoru! Who smoothly finishes up, giving your shoulders a final, reassuring pat, his touch lingering just a bit too long as he tells you, "You're all set. I'd love to see you again soon." His voice is warm, almost affectionate, but there's an edge of something more beneath it.

pervy massager Satoru! Who, as you're getting ready to leave, casually leans in and says, "You know, just for being such a great client, l'll give you a discount next time too." He flashes you a charming smile, his eyes twinkling with that familiar mischief, making it clear that he'd go out of his way to make sure you're back on his table.

pervy massager Satoru! Who watches you walk out with a satisfied smirk, already planning how he'll turn up the charm in your next session, wanting you to crave his touch as much as he craves having you under his hands.

part 2

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