No, she 'can't' do it in time.

As Lauren falls back, Liz makes a show of trying to catch her. However, she wants to see the lady's tiny tits and, more importantly, she wants the camera to catch.

She manages to stop her fall, but then she 'slips' out of her grip and hangs for a moment facing the camera.

Her natural barely-A-Cup tits are in full view of the camera. Liz takes a moment to look and enjoy it, before acting like she wasn't trying to embarrass Lauren.

She lifts her back up as the ghost unstraps her legs. The limp form of Lauren falls into her arms and she carries her towards the others.

"She's fine- just worn out. I don't think she's ever cum that hard in her life."
"Yeah," the Cameraman says, "That was pretty hot. Just a shame about those tits- if you'd even call them that."
"Speaking of which, we should probably cover her up," Liz says, "Maybe you could give her your coats."

She glances back towards where the Ghost is with a wink.

Taking the hint, the spirit lunges across the room and tears the coats off of the three men! It tears them into large strips, rendering them useless.

"...or not. I guess there's nothing else we could use."

To complete the set, the ghost rips apart Liz's suit jacket and blouse, revealing her big tits. Her natural beauties are barely held in by the lingerie.

She has nothing to be embarrassed about.

As they take her to a nearby room with a bed, Lauren instinctively presses her head against Liz's bosom, making her look all the more sad and pathetic. Liz just smiles.

They set her in bed and wait for her to recover, pretending not to look at her naked form and laugh a little.