Matte-black suit cut sharper than a backroom deal, gold bling flexin’ hard and hangin’ loose like gravity owes him money, cigarette tip glowing like he just bought the night. Black shades hiding eyes that have seen everything, golden mane slicked back with pure swagger. The most dangerous—and deceptively soft—11 inches you’ll ever squeeze. Sculpted gold bling, museum-grade stitching, buttery-soft menace you can’t put down. Ultra-rare drop; next boss already stacking cash in the West Wing. Strictly 18+.
