Pound me rough, Daddy

I grew up on a farm, I was home-schooled, sheltered, and my only friend lived about a 20-minute walk from my house. He held onto my nipple and continued to flick me with his tongue. XXX I was shaking and it felt really good. “Oh.” I said closing my eyes and snuggling into his warm chest. I started to touch myself like he had. I was embarrassed, but each time he stopped and asked me If I wanted it again, I never said no. I started crying. I was dreaming of something nice; I can’t remember what it was exactly, but I felt nice. Daddy?!” I bucked with my hips as he sucked on me and licked me for a long time. I spent most of my time doing chores and work books with my mother.