#431629 - “don’t you get, you know, smelly fingers” “I don’t think there smelly” and with that Frankie stuck out her tongue and wiped the index finger she had used down it before sticking in her mouth for a more thorough cleaning. Turning round so her stiff nipples were pressed against the cold wall she lifted her ass up high and spread her legs revealing not just her juicy pussy but her tight rosebud asshole as well. As she walked the stream splattered over her chin, down her neck onto her pert round C cups, the liquid running of these stunning hills flowing down through the gap between the twin peaks and washing out on Frankie’s tight flat stomach which in turn got hit by the seemingly never ending stream.