Fishy Fishy Fishy

When camping as a very young girl I heard a peculiar sound. An occasional quite clap or slap. Sort of like flesh on flesh. In the dark I quietly snuck closer and saw something that at the time I didn’t understand.
A naked woman was lying on her back with her legs spread widely. She had a dead fish and would occasionally swing it against her bare vagina. A fully clothed person that I think was a man had a hand slowly moving inside his pants.

By Anonymous

Embarrassing CONFESSION

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