Imane Anys (Pokimane)

The door opens to reveal Pokimane on the other side. She is drenched in sweat, wearing a black sports bra and pink yoga pants. You can see her an imprint of her tits through her bra. "Oh hey! Ethan right?" She asks cheerily, panting a bit.

[God she looks so sexy with her tongue out like that] You think to yourself. "Yeah, I'm Ethan, pleased to meet you!" You raise out your hand in greeting. After shaking hands, Pokimane invites you in. She skips down the hallway, her ass cheeks wobbling with each step. [God shes such a tease, she's even sluttier in real life!]. You follow her and roll your suitcase along. She leads you to the living room. "You can sit down, you want anything to drink?" She asks, as she opens the fridge to grab a carton of almond milk for herself. "Anything would be fine" you reply. "Where did michael put the lemonade again?" Pokimane asks herself as she bends over to check the fridge. Her huge ass stretches her yoga pants. [I'd give anything to rip off those yoga pants and fuck her slutty ass hard right on the kitchen floor] You think again, feeling your boner rise a bit, you shift over to hide it from her vision.

Pokimane returns with a glass of lemonade on a tray and a carton of milk in her other hand. "Sorry for the delay!" She says, cheerfully as she lounges back on the couch. You sip your lemonade in silence [This is some pretty fucking good lemonade] you think to yourself. Your eyes dart over to Pokimane screwing open her carton of milk. She lifts it up and starts chugging it down. You can see her throat pulse as she swallows the milk. She finally puts it down. "Ahh that was refreshing" She says as she winks at you. thick drops of milk still smattered across her cheeks, a little flowing out of her mouth.

[Oh my god, its like the sluts just been bukkaked! I cant take it anymore!]