作品タイトル名；シン・交わる体液、濃密セックス 完全ノーカット5本番 七ツ森りり ssis00483
若かりし頃、クラスの同級生にそれはそれは可愛いYさんがいた。
表現が古いがクラスのマドンナ的存在で、きっとクラスの男性はみんな好きだったのではないかと思う。私もそのうちの一人であった。
誰に似ているかと言えば当時絶大な人気のあったアイドルの松XX子さん。
Yさんは髪型もそのような風にしていたと思う。
どうしても彼女の生足が見たいと思っていた足フェチである私は、その機会を密かに伺っていたが、そんなタイミングは授業中にはなかった。
いまの時代では無いのかもしれないが、夏の水泳の授業の時間は男女一緒だった。
男子と女子は別々に授業を受けていたが、同じプールで行われた。
一緒の空間にはいるが別々で授業をするわけで、彼女とそれ以外にもいる可愛い女子の足をマジマジと見るわけにはいかない。
しかしやはり足フェチの神様が見てくださったのであろう、その機会は突然舞い降りた。
いやプールの水面から足フェチの神様は突然に目の前に現れた。
Yさんは何かしらの理由で水泳の授業を欠席していて、プールの飛び込む用の台の近くに座っていた。
美しい人魚がいたかと思うほど、人魚のような座り方をしている彼女の足は、もちろん尾鰭ではなく、綺麗な、小さな足裏がはっきりと見てとれた。
足の親指から小指に掛けて綺麗なカーブを描いていた。今思えば、足の親指が一番長いエジプトタイプの足型。
以前から彼女の上履きの中敷を確認していた私は、足のサイズは23cmと実物の足裏を見て再確認。
中敷にくっきりと彼女の足の汗で造形された足指の跡の形と全く一緒の足裏が、目の前にあり、上履きの香ばしい脳天を突き抜けるような彼女の靴の臭い(香り)を思い出し、
私のアソコの隆起を抑えるのは困難だった。
彼女の足の親指の形、足の爪の形を確認できなかったのが残念であったが、彼女の足裏を拝見できたのはこの上ない光栄であった。
しかし彼女の生足を拝めたのはこれが最初で最後。
それからお互い成人となり、彼女とは何度か飲んだ。
やっと携帯電話でメールができる時代だったか。
赤ワインが好きで、当時の可愛さを残しながらも綺麗な大人になっていた。
特に彼女とは何もなく、彼女の足、足裏、足指、履いている靴を堪能することなく、座敷の居酒屋で足の状態を確認することもなかった。
怖くて彼女には彼氏はいるのかとか聞けなかった。
大人になっても、俺たちのマドンナには触れてはいけない存在だった。
「いい男は直ぐに結婚しちゃうね」と彼女は私の目の前で少し酔った感じで言う。好きだった彼女が目の前にいるのに何もできないのが残念だった。
彼女がどのような靴を履いていたか記憶にない。
おそらく、彼女の足もとをまじまじと見てはいけないと思っていたのだと思う。
彼女が大事そうに抱えていた超有名なヨーロッパブランドの特異な形のバッグは記憶にある。
それから数年の時が流れ、一面真っ白に雪に覆われたお正月の朝。
私は仕事で車を運転していた。
そこを二人で足元に気をつけながら腕を組んで歩くカップルがいた。
これから初詣に行くのであろう。背の高い男性の横にいるのは、その彼女だった。
彼氏か旦那さんか、そんなことはどうでも良くて、彼女は幸せそうな笑顔で、眩しく幸せそうな感じで歩いていた。
もう横の男性は、彼女の足を舐めたのだろうか、毎日、足を眺めて彼女を抱いているのかと勝手に想像した。
少し嫉妬みたいなものが浮かんでは消えた。こちらにはもちろん気づかず彼女は歩いて行った。
黒色のロングブーツに包まれた彼女の脚を見て、あの時見た足裏がフラッシュバックしながらも、お幸せにと思いながら、車を走らせた。
それからさらに数十年の時は流れ、
彼女は同窓会にも出なくなった。忽然と姿を消した。SNSからも消えた。
私は地元を離れていたので、地元に残る友人に聞いても誰も知らないと言うばかりで。
人魚は足を隠し、海に帰ってしまったのだろうか。
今は、彼女がどこかで幸せに暮らしていたらと思う。
さて、作品説明。
スタイルが良すぎる七ツ森りりさん。妖艶なスタイルだけで、あそこがそそり立ちます。
美脚でもありますので、しっかりと脚線美を眺めながら、七ツ森りりさんの足のつま先を丁寧に舐められるシーンを堪能してください。
When I was young, there was a lovely woman in my class, Mrs. Y. She was, to use an old expression, the Madonna of the class.
She was, for lack of a better expression, the Madonna of the class, and I am sure that all the men in the class liked her. I was one of them.
If I had to guess who she resembled, I would say Matsu XXko, an idol who was very popular at the time.
I think Ms. Y had her hair styled like that.
As a person with a foot fetish, I always wanted to see her raw feet and secretly waited for the opportunity, but there was no such time in class.
It may not be the case today, but in the summer, swimming lessons were held at the same time for both sexes.
Boys and girls had separate classes, but they were in the same pool.
Even though they were in the same room, they had separate classes, and I couldn't take a serious look at her feet and the other pretty girls in the class.
However, the gods of foot fetishism must have seen me, and suddenly the opportunity presented itself.
No, the god of foot fetish suddenly appeared in front of me from the surface of the pool.
Ms. Y had missed her swimming class for some reason and was sitting near the diving board in the pool.
She was sitting in such a mermaid-like manner that you would have thought she was a beautiful mermaid, but of course you could clearly see her feet, not the tail fins, but the beautiful, tiny soles of her feet.
They were beautifully curved from her toes to her little toes. Now that I think about it, she has an Egyptian type foot shape with the longest toes.
I had previously checked the insoles of her uppers and confirmed by looking at the actual soles that her foot size was 23 cm.
The sole, which was exactly the same as the shape of her toe marks, clearly sculpted by the sweat of her feet on the insoles, was right in front of me, and I remembered the smell of her shoes (no, the good smell of her feet) piercing through the fragrant brain of my jockey shoes,
It was hard to suppress the erection in my groin.
It was a great honor to see their soles, although I regretted not being able to check the shape of their toes and toenails.
It was the first and last time I saw her bare feet.
We both grew up and I had a few drinks with her.
It was the time when we could finally text each other on our cell phones.
She liked red wine and had become a beautiful adult while retaining the cuteness of those days.
I didn't have a very deep relationship with her, I didn't enjoy her feet, soles, toes and the shoes she wore, and I didn't check the condition of her feet in a tavern.
I was too afraid to ask her if she had a boyfriend.
Growing up, our Madonna was not to be touched.
She would say, a little drunk in front of me, "Nice guys get married right away." It was a shame that I couldn't do anything about it when she was right in front of me, the girl I loved.
I don't remember what kind of shoes she was wearing.
Maybe I was not supposed to stare at her feet.
I do remember the strangely shaped bag of a very famous European brand that she carried with great care.
A few years later, on a snowy New Year's morning, I drove to work.
I was driving to work.
There was a couple walking arm in arm, careful of their footing.
They were probably going to Hatsumode (New Year's visit to a shrine). Next to the tall man was his girlfriend, Y-san.
Whether the man was her boyfriend or her husband, it didn't matter, she walked with a happy smile on her face, looking dazzlingly happy.
I wondered if the man next to her had already licked her feet, and I took the liberty of imagining that he held her every day while he looked at her feet.
A little jealousy sort of floated in and out. She walked away, oblivious to us, of course.
I looked at her legs wrapped in her long black boots and drove away, wishing her happiness, even as I had flashbacks of the soles of her feet I had seen that day.
A few more decades passed,
She stopped attending reunions. She disappeared without a trace; she disappeared from social networking sites.
I had moved away from my hometown, and when I asked my friends who stayed in my hometown, they all said they didn't know her.
Had the mermaid (she) hidden her feet and gone back to the sea?
Did she not want to show her feet to anyone except the one she loved?
The truth blows in the wind.
Now I just hope she lives happily somewhere.
Now for a description of the work.
Riri Nanatsumori is a Japanese woman with too much style. Her enchanting style alone is enough to make your heart tingle.
She also has beautiful legs, so please enjoy the scene where Riri Nanatsumori carefully licks her toes while you firmly admire the beauty of her legs.
