Keep following the story of David

You walk off across the bridge and into the wooded trail ahead, leaving the wet sounds of gagging and **** behind you.

Looking back, the bridge gets smaller and smaller as you descent farther and farther away.

You find yourself casually strolling through the woods on a dirt trail yet again.

"Hmmm... I wonder when Able Master will finish and catch up?" You wonder out loud.

Your sweatpants are wet against the front of your body, the gagged up spit of the asian bridge whore stained the front of your pants to the point where it looks like you have pissed yourself. You don't care, these sweatpants have actually seen worse within the last week or so.

You start humming a dumb tune as you almost hop down the trail. Kinda gay, good thing you make up for it by facefucking so many hot bitches.

As you keep up your brisk pace you start to notice the trail is getting wider, and rocks are starting to appear.

Before you know it the dirt trail, although still surrounded by the woods, has turned into a medium sized path paved into small rocks and gravel.

"Alright! Must be getting close to something!" You think.

Suddenly, a loud scream permeates through the woods and reaches you.

Stopping in the trail, you decide it must have come from the right side back in the forest.