As a Latina, when someone stands me up for a date, I don't cry. I move on. Sure, I never thought that moving on would mean showing a stranger my tits in public, but hey, he was hot, and he asked how brave I was if I got dared to do certain things, and I'm not one to run away from a challenge, especially if I already thought I was going to get pounded that day. The fact that he was a great kisser only proved what I already imagined: he would fuck my brains out. Meeting someone is so much better when I know my face is going to end up covered in his cum.