PORN’S MOST OUTRAGEOUS OUT TAKES 2 – Scene 4

**PORN’S MOST OUTRAGEOUS OUT TAKES 2 – SCENE 4: THE THREE WRECKERS**

As the cameras started rolling, the blonde, brunette, and redhead lined up, naked as the day they were born. Their fake tans glistened under the studio lights as they awaited their big scene. The three porn stars, known as the “Three Wreckers” due to their insatiable appetites, were about to headline PornoMag’s latest interracial release.

“Alright ladies,” called out director Chad Throttle, “Let’s give the boys at home a show they won’t forget!”

And with that, the scene began. The black stud entered the fray, his mammoth member already at full attention. He approached the redhead first, jamming his tongue down her throat as his hands groped her ample breasts. She moaned in approval, her back arching to press her tits further into his grasp.

Meanwhile, the blonde had taken the opportunity to wrap her plump lips around the stud’s girthy shaft. Her head bobbed up and down, gagging and choking as she struggled to take him in. The brunette, not wanting to be left out, joined the fray, her hands pumping what the blonde couldn’t fit in her mouth.

“Fuck, that’s it,” the stud grunted, his eyes rolling back in ecstasy. “Wreck these holes, you dirty skanks!”

The redhead, growing impatient, pushed the stud back onto a nearby couch. She straddled him, her dripping snatch hovering just inches over his pulsing cock. With a swift movement, she impaled herself on him, crying out in pleasure as she began to ride.

The blonde and brunette worked in tandem, one whichever hole wasn’t being plundered by the stud. The room filled with the wet sounds of slapping flesh and gurgling gags as the trio relentlessly pounded each other.

“Holy shit,” muttered Camera One from behind his lens. “I’ve never seen anything like this.”

“Stick it out, boys!” yelled director Chad Throttle, his own rigid hardness straining against his trousers. “We’re almost there!”

And they were. After what seemed like an eternity of hardcore grunting and moaning, the stud pulled out, his voluminous load erupting like Old Faithful. Ropes of hot, sticky cream painted the three women’s faces and tits, the sight of which caused the remaining crew to groan in unison.

As the credits rolled and the exhausted crew began to pack up, director Chad approached the three women, wiping his brow. “You fucking animals,” he said, shaking his head in marvel. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more punishing scene. What a release.”

The women, spent and glazed in spunk, simply smiled in satisfaction. They had done their duty, their reputation as the Three Wreckers solidified once more.

And as they headed to the showers to clean up, one of the stage hands called out, “Hey girls, not bad. But we should definitely do we’re some outtakes for the BTS footage. I mean, c’mon, this shit is gold!”

And without missing a beat, the Three Wreckers turned and smiled. “Let’s do it!”