We characterized Oscar as a 24-hour sexual opportunity just waiting to occur when we featured him. At 26, 6´2´ and an 8.8´-thick lead pipe of a cock, we’ve got no doubt chances are not far, as the single thing Oscar enjoys better than playing with his large thick slab will be showing it off. Looking leaner than last time, his belly cut and those angel wings flanking that great pole like a frame to draw your focus, he predicted saying that he just happened to be in the neighborhood. He just happened to have the latest edition of his favorite pussy magazine and it appears that he could not wait to get to it and get his butt off. He says that he wants to shoot three or more times per day or he receives so hard he can’t zip up his pants. ExtraBigDicks.com is always ready to help out a man in demand – particularly if he’s just the kind of oversize pole we adore: long, fat, hard and ready.Never one for foreplay, Oscar ripped his shirt off and had one hand inside his trousers within thirty minutes. Before he even had both legs from his trousers, the magazine was from its wrapper in one hand. As he fell to his knee , all eight and half ins were sticking right up in the air without need for assistance from the other hand. His ball sack was already looking high, bloated and tight like this party had started some time back and he couldn’t await the guests to depart so he could get on with everything that throbbing bone and tightening nuts clearly needed.Standing upward, he lifts a leg and invites the camera for an undercarriage shot to show off that balls and cock going forth and back , bobbing up and down just like a motor firing on all eight cylinders. Moving into the bed we pointed the camera his shoulder to receive the exact same view Oscar had been having as he knelt down and worked his particular beef with the proper admiration for the fine piece of machinery that is between his legs. The very best scene of all was when he laid down, and his legs splayed wide, his sofa bouncing, his abs flexed, the severe ink onto his thigh dancing to rhythm of the well-worked hamstrings underneath, which tower of strength he calls a cock nearly a blur supporting the fast fire stroking of a fist onto a really definite assignment. Switching arms, then using both, he eventually lets that next load of the afternoon make its appearance, covering his cockhead and hand in the final sexual surrender for quite a cocky buddy.