Full Of The Joys Of Spring

A pretty Japanese mistress seems full of the joys of Spring as she has me kiss-respect her sneakered feet.

‘Haha, how you like it, slave? You like kiss Japanese girl pretty feet on sunny day? You like see Japanese girl SOCK?’

‘Oh pray mistress, if it pleases you pretty mistress madam, this slave is indeed honoured to kiss your feet and view your socks on such a bright and sunny day, miss, though he would be honoured to kiss your feet and study your socks on any type of day, mistress, if you would be so kind and understanding to an humble slave at your feet, miss?’

She just laughs at me, and promptly shoves her right sneakered foot beneath my face:

'Slave kiss my foot!'

 The bright sunlight enhances my humble view of her white sock stitches!

She 'skips' towards me, full of the joys of SPRING!

‘Haha, how you like it, slave? You like kiss Japanese girl pretty feet on sunny day? You like see Japanese girl SOCK?’

‘Oh pray mistress...this slave is indeed honoured to kiss your feet and view your socks, miss...'

'Slave kiss my foot!'

I pucker my lowly lips onto her outstretched sneaker-toe

Her SOCKS are highly visible, thanks to the bright sunlight!

I take the humbling opportunity to really study the Japanese customer-mistress's SOCK!

The overall WEAVE of the stitching; the contours; the creases!

For her part, she continues to look gleefully down upon me, as well she might

Switching feet several times beneath my sneaker-kissing face!

Eventually, still smiling, she turns her back on me...

...and walks away into the bright sunlight...

...still full of the joys of Spring!

My humble eyes are glued to the backs of her SOCKS...

...and her sneaker-soles

What a privilege has just been bestowed upon me - a close-up view of a beautiful, happy-go-lucky Japanese girl's SNEAKERS and SOCKS! I, too, am full of the joys of Spring!


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