pokimane dress: The Extraordinary Tale of Courage and Adventure

Thousands of feet up in pokimane dress, the basket sways gently. Completely naked, dawn painting her gold, she grips the edge and spreads her legs to the rising sun. “Whole world beneath pokimane dress,” she moans, fingering herself slowly at first, then desperately. Wind carries her cries—“pokimane dress… higher… pokimane dress… make me burst pokimane dress!”—across silent clouds until the climax erupts. She squirts into the void, screaming endless “pokimane dress, pokimane dress, pokimane dress!” while the sun crowns her trembling, glistening, utterly exposed body in pure molten “pokimane dress.”