Panicked, seeing everyone run past and the roar of the Tentacruel as the ice around it started to crack, Melissa heaved up under Austin, throwing him off. She took advantage of the distraction the bite of the fox made, scrambled with her pack in hand, and ran for it.<br/><br/>She was at the mouth of the cave when she stumbled again, going sprawling as she falls virtually at the edge of the group. The only things she has, other than her pack, are her glasses, torn socks, and shoes.<br/>The red streaks on her thighs and around her vulva testifies to her deflowered state, and she goes limp, sprawled on her back, sobbing bitterly.<br/><br/>And she was slowly humping the air, her body trying to reconcile the sudden emptiness and absence of stimulation with the relief of being away from that tentacle monster. Part of her was already missing Austin's cock inside.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>