We characterized Oscar as a 24-hour sexual opportunity just waiting to happen when we featured him. At 26, 6´2´ along with also an 8.8´-thick lead pipe with a cock, we’ve got no doubt opportunities are never much, as the only thing Oscar likes much better than playing with his large thick slab is still showing off it. Looking leaner than last time, his belly cut up, and those angel wings flanking that good pole such as a frame to draw your focus, he called up saying that he simply happened to be in the area. He just happened to have the latest edition of his favorite pussy magazine and it seems that he couldn’t wait to get to it and get off his butt. He says that he wants to shoot at least three times a day or he gets so hard he can’t even zip up his trousers. ExtraBigDicks.com is always ready to help a man in need – especially when he has just the kind of over-sized pole we adore: lengthy, fat, tough and ready.Never one for foreplay, Oscar ripped off his shirt and had one hand inside his trousers within thirty minutes. Before he had both legs from his trousers, the magazine was out of its wrapper in 1 hand. As he fell to his knee , all eight and half ins were sticking right up in the air without demand for assistance from the flip side. His ball sack was already looking high, bloated and tight like this party had begun a while ago and he couldn’t wait for the guests to depart so he would get on with what that throbbing bone and tightening nuts definitely needed.Standing up, he raises a leg and also invites the camera for an undercarriage shot to show off that cock and balls moving forth and back up and down like a motor firing on all eight cylinders. Moving into the mattress we pointed the camera his shoulder to get the exact same view Oscar had been having since he knelt down and worked his particular meat with the appropriate admiration for the nice piece of machinery that is between his legs. The best scene of all was when he laid back down, his legs splayed wide, his sack bouncing, his abdomen flexed, the critical ink onto his thigh dancing into rhythm of the well-worked hamstrings underneath, and that tower of power he calls a prick almost a blur behind the fast flame stroking of a fist onto a very definite assignment. Shifting arms, then using both, he eventually lets that next load of the day make its appearance, covering his cockhead and hand at the final sexual surrender for quite a cocky buddy.