Forbidden Picnic: Minxx Marley Gets a Dick-in-a-Basket Surprise from Stepbrother Ricky!

The sun dappled through the trees, painting golden freckles on Minxx's skin as she unpacked the picnic basket. "Perfect," she murmured, arranging the sandwiches and fruit. She'd invited Ricky, her stepbrother, hoping for a pleasant afternoon.

But Ricky had a different kind of treat in mind. As Minxx reached for the wine, he knelt before her, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I brought dessert," he whispered, unzipping his jeans. His thick cock sprang free, throbbing with anticipation. Minxx gasped, a blush creeping up her neck.

He began to stroke it, slow and deliberate, his eyes locked on hers. She couldn't look away. A strange, forbidden heat bloomed in her belly. This was wrong... but it felt so incredibly right.

Without a word, she leaned forward, her lips parting. Ricky moaned as her tongue traced the length of his shaft. She took him deep, her throat working rhythmically, her hands caressing his balls. He was rock hard, pulsing against her cheeks. The sun seemed to beat down harder, fueling the passion between them.

He pulled her up, his grip firm on her waist. "I want you, Minxx," he growled, his voice rough with lust. He laid her back on the blanket, his gaze burning into hers. This wasn't the gentle picnic she'd envisioned. This was something primal, something raw and untamed.

He spread her legs, his fingers tracing the delicate folds of her shaved pussy. She arched against his touch, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He plunged into her, hard and deep, filling her completely. She cried out, a mixture of pleasure and shock.

The sex was rough, intense, fueled by their forbidden desire. He pounded into her, each thrust more forceful than the last. She met his rhythm, her body straining for release. Finally, she climaxed, a series of shuddering waves that wracked her body. He followed soon after, his seed erupting deep inside her, a final act of rebellion under the watchful eyes of the trees. Afterward, breathless and flushed, they lay intertwined, the picnic basket forgotten, their secret simmering in the afternoon heat.