There was a place that was special to me when I was y*unger, an old culvert in the woods. I used to go there and contemplate things in the quiet lonely way one can only achieve in their special place. For old time's sake I take a trip to go visit it again.

I p*ss by the graffiti that I remember, one of the most memorable being the writing "passage to hell" with an arrow pointing down (it's partly visible in the video). I'd always found it profound in the teenager 18+-screaming-into-the-void kind of way, but never thought anything of it. But there is a new, mysterious symbol that I don't recognize, and just below it, a strange book. I pick it up and open it, but I don't recognize the characters. In fact, the text doesn't look remotely like anything I've ever seen. As I continue to stare, feeling a surge of perverse infatuation, suddenly a bl*ck t*ntacle appears from between the pages.

After a few moments of shock, I throw the book away and momentarily lose my bearings, but the creature is still coming out of the book towards me. It caresses my legs and dress, going underneath and traveling one of its arms up to my mouth. It's as if I am spellbound as it explores my lips and mouth. It enters down my throat several times, the final time fully thrusting all of its amorphous body of darkness and t*ntacles into me. I fall over again, and when I get up this time it's as if my body is being puppeted. As the being travels down through my body, it commands my hands to travel down the front of my dress, unbuttoning it all the way open. I regain awareness surprised at the vulnerable state I've found myself in.

The monster works its way out of my p*ssy and then starts gently flicking on my clit with one of its t*ntacles. I can't help but squirm with pleasure. To be honest, I'd been wet ever since I opened that damned book and was only getting more aroused with every moment. The monster then f*cks me as I try my best to conceal my squeals from the cars and pedestrians on the road above me, though I don't do a fantastic job, especially as every squeal echos though this drainage pipe.

When it's had its fill, the creature travels back up to my mouth. I taste myself, and kiss and gently suck on the t*ntacle. I am thinking this all is over when suddenly it lunges back down my throat, which is where the video ends.

It was so much fun filming and editing this together, I hope you come on this l*ttle grimdark adventure with me.

Possessed and F*cked by Lovecraftian Sewer Monster