Spreading His Influence

Trent grimaced, wiping the sweat from his brow, his gaze shifting toward Esophina's father, who sat in cold, simmering silence, forced to witness the aftermath of what had just transpired. "I hope you enjoyed the show, dad," Trent sneered, his voice dripping with mocking bitterness. "You must be proud."

He stood tall, towering behind Esophina's exhausted, naked body. In a deliberate act of disdain and mockery aimed at Vildrath, Trent lazily kneaded her flesh, pulling out his softening cock and casually resting the cum-slicked length across her back. Despite her unconscious state, he could feel the faint tremors of her labored breathing. With a flick of his wrist, he slapped her back with his cock, his gaze flicking back to Vildrath, savoring every ounce of the man's smoldering rage.