While Willow squirmed under the onslaught of the weight of the blob, she tried not to open her mouth even as she moaned. Not that it helped her, when she was head to toe covered in the attacking monster, and it forced its tendril hard against her lips, enough to feel her head knocked against the floor. The redhead panicked, as she first gagged and choked on the coherent stream of cum, but as she soon realized that the dizziness she felt was more from the all infusing scent and taste coupling with the weight and warmth, than her not getting enough oxygen or getting rid of carbondioxide.<br/><br/>Being a learned teenager and among the top students in high school, Willow soon realized that it was almost like the divers who went deep, and had the oxygenated substance to fill their lungs. Also, with the pressure of the bob on and all around her, it was much easier to breathe fluid, than gas - not that she could be sure if it only filled her throat, or all the way into her stomach and lungs. Willow would rather not experience when she had to cough it all up later... and she very much hoped, there would be later for her. For now, she was trying to calm down herself, and just keep doing what came naturally... And it was squirming and gulping down more and more, as there was no way she could moan or even groan with pleasure. And she was very close to the edge, even with the warmth and pressure and throat streching cum-dildo-tentacle. She was kind of happy for her dress keeping it out from her other holes, even if she was kind of disappointed too.<br/><br/>It would take some time for her to realise she was loosing too much time just existing there, squirming in pleasure, and she would need to cum to restart the level, or maybe just get loose from her situation. Willow really hoped she would get loose.... But deep down the girl was just as interested in the experience as she had been with the horses, kind of wanting and hoping to win, but maybe still able to go for another round later?