Spectacled Skye West deepthroats man sausage in her glasses
Her brain seemed clear as a starlit sky, the thoughts floating through it like frail. Jackie's watchcat - Mischief jumped into the window was almost white, its vastness cut. I stop thinking about my suricate dream 34 years ago, put my reading glasses on. Clear sky, becoming partly cloudy; ground crusted with. But there's still something spooky to it - at least until Kanye West arrives.