There was a moment when Fuuka pulled her socked foot from my face, drooled on it — then gave it back, so I could breathe it in: the stench of foot, soaked in spit. The smell, the taste... has haunted my dreams ever since. It started as fun. Two sweaty girls after gym class, still in uniform, laughing at how gross their socks smelled. We sat and smelled them, pushed them in each other’s faces. It was stupid. Silly. Until I kneeled down, pressed the sole of her foot to my face— and stopped laughing. Yuzu buries her nose in the filth of Fuuka’s soles, sniffing and rubbing them across her face. Yuzu licks the cotton slow. Tongue wide, wet, full of need. The socks are damp, thick with odor — and when Yuzu peels one off, she laps up the sweat from Fuuka’s bare arch, tongue dragging over every dirty crease. One by one, the toes disappear into her mouth. Rivers of drool run down Fuuka’s foot like syrup. She presses her sole against Yuzu’s mouth, smearing spit and stench until she shakes. Then her toes find nipples. Tugs. Grinds. Pinches. Teases. And a string of drool hangs from Yuzu's mouth… Fuuka Nagano and Yuzu Shinkawa star in this voyeur-style foot worship scene, dressed in sweaty Japanese gym uniforms after PE class. Sitting together in a quiet classroom, they joke about the stink of their socks, laughing as they press them into each other’s faces. But curiosity turns to fixation. Yuzu begins to worship Fuuka’s unwashed, sweat-soaked white socks and bare feet with her tongue, leaving wet trails of saliva across the fabric and skin. Later, Fuuka takes control, rubbing her damp sock and toes over Yuzu’s exposed nipples until her body gives in. The scene focuses on smell, sweat, texture, and oral fixation, with a slow shift in power and an intimate dive into mutual footplay. Active fetishes: smelly socks, foot worship, toe sucking, saliva, nipple teasing with feet, domination, Japanese PE uniform, lesbian fetish. Have you ever seen a woman in gym uniform... A stream of drool hanging from her lips, A spit-drenched foot pressed against her bare chest, Her nipples plucked by wet, sweaty toes? No? But the thought... it makes you twitch, doesn’t it? Go ahead. Enjoy it, my dirty little foot addict.