The weather was perfect for the 59th Annual Puerto Rican Day Parade. Sunny, breezy, and low humidity, the Boriquas got lucky with an ideal day to celebrate their rich culture. A sea of Puerto Rican flags, symbols of pride and unity, swept through the streets of midtown Manhattan. Full of jubilation and a deep sense of cultural identity, Puerto Ricans flooded the busy streets.
The wind blew softly in Maré’s face as he cruised down Fifth Avenue in his radical-red 2017 Corvette Stingray with the Puerto Rican flag draped on the hood. Bernice Burgos, a close friend and fellow Puerto Rican, was riding with him in the passenger seat. She was a tall, curvy beauty with braided hair who had appeared in J. Cole’s “Work Out” and Rick Ross’ “Dice Pineapples” music videos. She wore her customized Straight Outta Puerto Rico T-shirt and a matching scarf for the celebration.
“I’m thrilled to participate in this year’s Puerto Rican Day Parade.” Maré beamed. “This is my first time coming to the parade since the 21st century rolled in.”
“It feels amazing to be back in New York for this.” Bernice's eyes sparkled. “I adore the parade; it celebrates our vibrant culture!”
“And I love Puerto Rican women!” Maré shouted. “I have the hottest one riding next to me.”
“Aww, you’re so sweet.” Bernice leaned over and kissed him. “You know Boriquas do it the best!”
“And you know the brothas handle you, Bonitas, the best!” Maré winked.
The soft touch of Bernice’s moist lips stimulated Maré. The sexual energy Bernice exuded was a force to reckon with, and Maré enjoyed every second of that powerful force. The noticeable bulge he sported had Bernice’s attention.
“It doesn’t take much to get you hard.” She giggled.
“I can’t deny this sexual attraction between us,” Maré replied.
Then it happened. The epic beat to “Still Not a Player” by the late great Big Pun blasted from Maré’s car. Instantly, the infectious rhythm wrapped around the crowd, pulsing through the warm spring air. The bass reverberated in onlookers’ chests. Laughter and cheers, expressions of shared joy and excitement, filled the atmosphere as euphoria overtook the vibrant, colorful crowd. People's movements seemed to sync with the classic rap song, with joyful expressions and energy adding to the electric atmosphere. It was a timeless moment, witnessing the young generation embracing and connecting with the music of the past.
“Wow,” Bernice murmured.
“I love it,” Maré responded.
“I love my people.” Bernice beamed.
Later that afternoon, Maré and Bernice arrived at Hudson Riverside Park South. The sun warmed their shoulders, and a gentle breeze, carrying the scent of spring, ruffled the leaves of the trees. They found the perfect spot to picnic, a serene grassy area overlooking the river. Maré carefully laid down the soft, sky-blue blanket, and as Bernice unpacked the picnic basket, the fresh bread and cheese aroma mingled with the fragrant spring air. She glanced over at Maré, who was reaching for his camera, capturing the peaceful moment.
“Hold on a sec,” he said, his voice calm and focused. “I want to capture this moment.”
Bernice stood there, the warmth of the sun on her flawless dark skin, feeling the soft grass under her feet, and watched as Maré adjusted the settings, his eyes intent on her.
“How do I look?” Bernice asked with a playful smile, knowing Maré was trying to capture the essence of this beautiful afternoon.
“You look stunning,” Maré replied, his voice filled with admiration. “This is a moment I want to remember forever.”
Bernice struck a pose and flashed Maré that extra-dazzling smile. As he began to capture her natural beauty with his digital camera, the sound of the shutter clicked softly, capturing each moment. The sunlight cast a warm glow on Bernice’s face. She seemed to enjoy being Maré’s model for their photo session, her laughter filling the area as he continued to snap away.
“Hey, Bernice, check out these photos I took of you. You look stunning here. The lighting is perfect, and your smile is radiant. This one is my favorite—you look so happy and carefree. And this one captures your natural beauty so well. What do you think?”
“Wow, these photos are incredible! I love them. You have such a talent for capturing the best moments. Thank you so much for taking these; I appreciate them!”
The sun’s warmth and the Hudson River’s breeze made them comfy during their picnic. Maré and Bernice consumed chuletas de cerdo they ordered from the Sazon restaurant in Tribeca and sipped on cherry vanilla-flavored Pepsi. They were in their world as music from Héctor Lavoe, “Tito” Puente, and rapper Fat Joe serenaded them.
“After waking up to the tragic news in Orlando, I needed to be around love.” Maré expressed. “It has been too much sadness these past weeks.”
“Yes, so sad.” Bernice continued. “My heart and prayers go out to the people in Orlando. This madness needs to stop.”
“You’re right. This madness needs to stop!” Maré agreed. “49 patrons died at the Pulse nightclub in Orlando. My friend, Monica, lives in Florida, and she plans to visit Orlando to show support for the Pulse shooting victims and prove that fear will never win.”
Bernice nodded. “Wow, that’s nice of her to do that.”
“The important thing is we remember those 49 people we lost and so many others due to senseless violence. Let’s toast to love is love.” Our soda cans clicked. “Puerto Rico!” Maré added.
Maré and Bernice glided across the dance floor as the soulful beats of “Ain’t Nuthin Like Black Love” by Papoose filled the area.
“This song is fire,” Bernice exclaimed.
She matched her steps to the rhythm, infusing the sultry salsa with a hip-hop flair.
“You're killing it, Bonita,” Maré murmured, his voice barely audible over the music as he gracefully guided her movements in sync with the rap-infused melody.
They experienced a pure and magical moment of love.
The vibrant music enveloped them in a blanket of sound as the sun dipped below the horizon.
“I can't believe we have the whole park to ourselves,” Bernice exclaimed, her voice filled with exhilaration.
“I love it,” Mare beamed.
The cool evening air stirred around them as they continued to dance, the rhythm pulsing through their bodies.
“You know, Maré, one of my fantasies is to fuck outside where other people can watch me go wild,” Bernice smiled. “Are you the perfect man to make my fantasy a reality?”
“Yes,” Maré answered.
Bernice smiled, and they began kissing. Maré loved how soft and tender her luscious lips were. He ran his tongue in her mouth as far as possible. Bernice pulled away and removed her denim top. Those big, round boobs of hers fascinated Maré. He stroked and licked them, enjoying their texture.
“You love my breasts, don’t you?” She queried.
“They’re the best!” Maré responded.
Then Bernice jumped on Maré, and they rolled in the grass. They did a lot of giggling and kissing. While she straddled Maré, he looked at her pretty face with his pants down. Bernice began riding his cock with ease as her tits bounced smoothly above his face. With her eyes closed and mouth slightly open, Bernice looked hot fucking Maré cowgirl style.
“You feel so amazing, papí.” She moaned. “Oh, yes!”
“Baby, I love how you ride this dick,” Maré murmured.
Bernice started rising and falling on Maré’s cock at a quicker pace. Her eyes were wide with delight as she moaned with passion. Maré reached up, grasped her damp tits, and rolled her nipples between his fingers. Playing with her dark nipples seemed to turn her on even more. Their pleasured moans and groans fused erotically with the sounds of the racing cars on the West Side Highway overpass.
“I’m gonna cum.” Bernice announced.
At that moment, Bernice exploded in a quaking orgasm. She panted, but that changed to a contented little smile. Maré sat up and showered her tits with kisses. After French kissing Bernice, Maré rolled on top of her.
“This is the hot-blooded side I was waiting for all day!” Maré told her.
“I know you liked how I drenched your cock.” Bernice said. “Fuck my wet, tiny pussy, Maré! I want the whole of New York to hear me scream your name! Oh, I want you so bad!”
Maré began thrusting her pussy fast and hard. He heard a sloshing sound from Bernice’s contented pussy as he pumped. Bernice screamed his name out as she matched his thrusts. Their moaning, groaning, and grunting filled the park. They were both out of control and loving every New York second of their sex session. The sight of Maré’s dick moving in and out of her pussy had him humping Bernice harder. Sweat started pouring down their bodies, with Bernice sliding up and down beneath Maré sleekly. He loved the feeling of her heaving wet tits against his chest. Their bodies stuck together with each epic thrust.
“Baby, I’m going to cum!” Maré declared.
“Me too.” Bernice shrieked.
Suddenly, violent orgasms swept through them. It was so intense that it had them quivering. Maré flooded Bernice’s pussy with his warm cum. She hugged Maré tight until her orgasm subsided. It was phenomenal! Maré was unaware of anything that was going on around them. Bernice was lying next to him, stroking his cock. To their surprise, they noticed joggers staring at them and clapping.
“Oh, my God, look at them; they were watching us fuck!” Bernice giggled in embarrassment.
“Well, you always fantasized about fucking in public with people watching. Who says fantasies don’t come true?” Maré smiled.
He and Bernice flashed the peace sign to acknowledge the onlookers. Then they kissed passionately.
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