<em>Sensei...?!</em>Hikari stares at Noriko-sensei out of the corner of her eyes, giving a muffled mewl around the substitute cock that's crawled into her open mouth.  The girl doesn't<em>want</em>to pleasure it--doesn't really even know<em>how</em>--but it's thick enough to pin her tongue under it and leave the wet organ of her mouth helplessly flailing against its girth, while her involuntary moans send vibrations shuddering through the length.  Unfortunately for her, she just seems to be a sort of 'natural' when it comes to this kind of thing...<br/><br/>The thought that she isn't alone is strangely comforting, even if she is sorry to see her classmate and teacher in such states.  (Though, even she isn't too dim to notice that they seem to be<em>enjoying</em>their circumstances quite a bit...)  Even if it's going to be awkward to see the two of them after this--assuming they make it out of the situation at all!--she can at least comfort herself in the knowledge that she's not the only one who got tricked.  And, well, if<em>they're</em>enjoying it, then maybe--<br/><br/>"Hrmmphff!" Hikari gurgles and chokes a bit around the member in her mouth, eyes rolling back into her head as the other two tentacles flail around inside of her.  Neither the tender flesh of her sex nor her rear passage are damp enough to keep her from feeling the texture of the scales as they slide around inside of her, especially when they pull backward 'against the grain' of the leathery hides, making it seem like each individual scale is tickling and pricking at her most intimate and hidden regions, leaving her thrashing uncontrollably in her suspended bondage.  Beyond even that, the sensation of having<em>so</em>much inside her--not just in terms of length or girth, but in being able to writhe around to fit every aspect of her internal contours--is something even most promiscuous girls could never imagine, much less a blushing virgin like herself.<br/><br/>A sudden wave of dizziness overcomes her, her feet kicking and toes curling, back arching sharply in her restraints.  Almost with a mind of their own, the young gymnast's hips buck and gyrate in wide, jerky circles, squirming to the tune of the tentacles inside her.  Her nostrils flare trying to draw breath, without much luck due to the obstruction in her airway, and her throat works frantically, 'swallowing' on a mouthful that just won't seem to go down, flexing around the scaled length in undulating waves.