The other party-goers stared at the odd couple as Elizabeth briskly led the guest of honor toward the door instead of toward the podium, but the sea of tiny, insignificant people inevitably parted before her nonetheless. She stood there helplessly as her expensive dress shredded around her, starting with a long diagonal tear that turned the lower half into a sort of skin-tight pencil miniskirt with the massive muscles of her thighs showing through a series of small stress-rips down the sides, while the upper half became effectively a bra-top, fully exposing the toned abs of her rock-solid midriff. xnx ”Perfect Girlfriend Juice”? ”Perfect Girlfriend Juice”? Hell, with this stuff Elizabeth could get whatever guy she wanted, and she wouldn’t even have to lift a finger! In the midst of her new existence as a veritable mountain of muscle, the Juice suddenly forced her to remember
