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Scott's chest heaved with exertion, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he savored the sensation of Jasmine's tongue on his anus.

As the seconds ticked by, Scott's chest heaved with increasing urgency, his gasps growing more labored. Velma's mouth remained wrapped around his shaft, her eyes fixed on some point beyond the floor, her hands still cradling his balls with a mechanical gentleness. Naomi's gaze, however, remained frozen on Jasmine's distress, her eyes wide with horror, her mouth still gaping from the shock of releasing Scott's testicles. Jasmine's tongue, meanwhile, continued its frantic dance, her eyes bulging from their sockets as she struggled to loosen Scott's stranglehold.

Suddenly, Scott's grip on Jasmine's neck loosened, and he let out a low, guttural groan. His body tensed, and his hips bucked forward, forcing his shaft deeper into Velma's mouth. Velma's eyes widened in surprise, but she didn't resist, her hands still cradling his balls as she took him in.

Scott's body shuddered, and his breath caught in his throat as he reached his climax. He released Jasmine's neck, and she collapsed onto the floor, gasping for air. As Scott's orgasm subsided, he let out a low, guttural groan, his chest heaving with exertion. He gazed down at the three women, a mixture of contempt and satisfaction etched on his face. "You coons are talented," he said, his voice dripping with malice.

Scott's gaze lingered on Aeisha, who had been watching the scene unfold with a mixture of horror and disgust. "Now your turn Aeisha, get over here," he commanded, his voice cold and commanding.

Aeisha's heart raced as she locked eyes with Scott, her body trembling with fear. She hesitated for a moment, her mind racing as she tried to think of a way to escape. But she knew there was no way out. She was trapped.

Slowly, she rose to her feet, her legs shaking as she took a step forward. She knew what was expected of her, but she couldn't bring herself to do it.

With a growl of frustration, Scott strode towards her, his eyes blazing with anger. Before she could react, he grabbed her by the arm and yanked her towards him, his grip tightening as he sneered in her face.

"You're going to do as you're told, you little bitch," he snarled, his fingers digging into her skin.

With a sudden, violent motion, he threw her to the floor, her body slamming against the hardwood with a sickening thud. She let out a cry of pain, but it was quickly muffled as Scott wrenched her legs apart and pinned her down with his body.

His grip on her wrists was tight, and his weight pressed down on her, making it difficult for her to breathe.