Lake couldn't lay where he did for much longer, as soon as he could, he tried to break free.
It was a bit awkward and when the Master's dick slipped out of him, he bit his bottom lip to keep his sounds in.
When he was free of the Mafia King, he tried to get off the bed, only to be stopped by the Alpha holding onto his shirt.
The white shirt he had on had lost so many buttons, it was barely hanging off his slender frame.
He froze for a second, terrified that the Alpha had woken up and caught him before he could escape.
A hesitant look over his shoulder showed that Master Davian was still out of it, his hold going slack.
It was easy to pry his shirt out of the Alpha's big hand then, Lake making a face when the Alpha's cum kept spilling out of him.
Just how much had the Mafia King filled him with?
Now that he was free of Master Davian and the Alpha was still out cold, there was only one thing to do.
Run.
