First love fetish/Oshita cherry blossom

it's quiet. i heard the practice of the winding club from a distance in the schoolyard... Now it is quiet... only the breath of the jealous girl and the sound of the rubbing of the pleated skirt that can be heard every time she moves. A cherry tree reading a library book with its back against a large tree in the schoolyard. slowly turning the page with a thin white finger... a young side face... an eye that is immersed in the story... A beautiful little girl who licks her tongue from her open lips... the silhouette that lifts your hair... A young calf illuminated by the sun... knee head... Cool Sox Roofer... a white underwear peeking out of the gap in the open thighs... A cute expression looking up and staring directly at the front ...