Katsumi let out a squeal as Kouta stroked harder...her pulse was racing, with part of her wanting to run away...part of her wanting to stuff Kouta inside her moist folds...part of her too embarrassed to say anything.  The position she was sitting in left the fox girl very little room for movement though as she was practically sitting on her own hands with the gym hall boxing her in rather tightly...it seemed that all she could do was submit to the pleasure he was giving her as a small trail of drool fell from the edge of her maw and dripped onto the floor nearby Kouta.  She was already between five and ten minutes late for class and although she was now so big, the confined space she was in made her feel so very vulnerable with regards to the situation.  Asking her heart wasn't much good either as it frantically raced onwards inside her chest making her face redder as the blood flowed quicker.