Dato Foland's all muscle and attitude — the kind of dude who walks in and the whole place quiets down. He's rocking a fitted gray suit, yeah, but he wears it like a second skin. Broad chest pushing the buttons, sleeves tight on his arms, that fresh fade still clean from this morning. His green eyes catch in the mirror steady, unbothered. The kind of look that doesn't ask permission. Built like he was carved out of gym iron, Dato's got it all: square jaw, thick neck, that deep Russian rumble when he talks. The shop smells like woody cologne, clipper oil, and musk. He fine-tunes his fit and flashes the thick 8-inch bulge in his pants. He drags a hand down his chest, slow, just feeling the size, the power sitting under his skin. Doesn«t need to flex — the energy»s already there. Dato«s got that thing you can»t fake — presence. Raw. Magnetic. Every move says he knows exactly what he's packing, and he doesn't need to prove it. He finally takes the moment into his own hands — confident, teasing, always in control. The camera loves him, and he damn well knows it. He flexes his 8-pack, strokes his thick cock, shoots his cum into his hand, and gives it a taste. Welcome to Dato's world — Muscle. Heat. Unstoppable.
Format: mp4
Duration: 16:50
Video: 1920x1080, AVC (H.264), 7737kbps
Audio: 292kbps
