After, I don't know how long, I walked in this never ending temple run shit in a straight line as if I was in an optical illusion, I finally found the onahole.
I mean, I finally found what I was looking for.
Johnson's cabin was in front of my eyes.
It was as if I was a married actor but was allowed to do kissing scenes under the pretense of the script requirements.
All the fatigue I felt during the running went away—like a wife after knowing that she could get millions in alimony—as the sight of the cabin worked like a medicine.
I turned around to share my delight with Jack.
"We finally found the cabi—"
I paused because his face wasn't how I expected it to be.
His eyes had glares for me like he was a fat woman and I was a waiter who made her wait for ten seconds. His chest heaved up and down while looking at me as if he was a bollywood heroine in an item song.
I would have thought that he was horny if not for his pants staying in their rightful place.
