At first, we were a little shocked when Lady Marisa crossed her unbelievably long and charming legs. What would emerge there? The dew on a morning meadow in late summer? This pink Dirndl was so tight that we were worried she might catch a cold. However, since everyone involved was already hot enough at this sight, we decided not to increase the room temperature. Lady Marisa did that for us with her mere presence.
What then flashed out, however, was a white, fragrant pantie. Either way a fantastic sight. Quasi the end point of a journey that began at the foot and should end there in the ...

At first, we were a little shocked when Lady Marisa crossed her unbelievably long and charming legs. What would emerge there? The dew on a morning meadow in late summer? This pink Dirndl was so tight that we were worried she might catch a cold. However, since everyone involved was already hot enough at this sight, we decided not to increase the room temperature. Lady Marisa did that for us with her mere presence.
What then flashed out, however, was a white, fragrant pantie. Either way a fantastic sight. Quasi the end point of a journey that began at the foot and should end there in the triangle. Where we are at the start of the journey. Of course, Lady Marisa doesn't just show us her bare foot. Our beauty wears white leather clogs to match the tight, frivolous pink Dirndl. True to style from Sweden, of course. We wouldn't have expected anything else either. This view is as tingling and stimulating as a cup of hot “Glögg”. How her feet slide gently over the wooden bed of the sole and her red lacquered toes caress the leather. If you are so far down and so close to her feet, you are welcome to risk a look up. The Dirndl is... short!