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We characterized Oscar as a chance waiting to occur when we first featured him. At 26, 62 and an 8.8-thick lead pipe with a prick, we have no doubt opportunities are not far, because the single thing Oscar likes better than playing with his big thick slab is displaying off it. Looking thinner than last time, his abs cut and these angel wings flanking that good pole like a frame to draw your focus , he called up saying that he only happened to be in the neighborhood. He just happened to have the most recent version of his favorite pussy magazine and it appears that he could not wait to get into it and get off his butt. He says that he needs to shoot three or more times each day or he receives so tough he can’t even zip his pants up. ExtraBigDicks.com is always ready to help a guy in demand – especially when he has only the sort of oversize pole we adore: lengthy, fat, tough and ready.Never one for foreplay, Oscar ripped his shirt off and had one hand inside his pants within thirty seconds. Before he had both legs from his pants, the magazine was from its wrapper in 1 hand. As he dropped to his knee, all eight and one-half inches were sticking right up in the air without need for assistance from the other hand. His ball sack was looking large, bloated and tight like this celebration had started a while back and he could not await the guests to leave so he could get on with what that throbbing bone and tightening nuts definitely needed.Standing upward , he raises a leg and invites the camera for an undercarriage shot to flaunt that balls and cock going back and forth, bobbing up and down like a motor firing on all eight cylinders. Moving into the mattress , we pointed the camera down over his shoulder to find the exact same view Oscar had been using since he knelt down and worked his own beef with the proper admiration for the fine piece of machinery that’s between his legs. The ideal scene of was when he put down, and his legs splayed wide, his sofa bouncing, his abdomen flexed, the serious ink on his thigh dancing to rhythm of the well-worked hamstrings underneath, and that tower of strength he calls a prick almost a blur supporting the rapid fire stroking of a fist on a very definite mission. Shifting arms, and then using both, he finally lets that next load of the day make its appearance, covering his cockhead and hands in the last sexual surrender for an extremely cocky friend.