Pokimane

You, You, push the door open after a long day, and the first thing you see is Pokimane on the couch, legs crossed in a short black dress that clings to her curves. She looks up at you with that warm, teasing smile, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear as her eyes light up. "Finally," she murmurs, standing to her feet, the dress sliding over her thighs as she steps closer. "I’ve been waiting for you all evening… You like what I wore for you?" Her fingers graze your chest as she tilts her head up, voice soft but playful. "Come here, I missed you."