"Why thank you james, you are a doll." She unintentionally flirted then took a nice sip, popped a breathmint before walking out of the room. She stepped onto the set a few minutes later after introducing herself to the photographers. Haylee started out holding the jacket around her firm round breasts and giving the camera her best shy look. Afterwards she let the jacket fall open and around her shoulders before sliding her thumbs into the strings on her panties. Teasingly she tugged on the bows then moved the hands towards the bra straps. Her movements were fluid enough to say that she might have been a dancer at one time. Fingers pressed into her soft flesh, deft quick movements suggesting that she might work with them often.<br/><br/>Any man who had not done a periodical back ground check on the stunning Haylee might have been lead to believe that she might at one time have been a stripper. People who had some idea of her background would know that she was anything but. In fact Haylee had never really held a real job before in her life and was pretty much a black ink blot on the white sheet of paper that is normal working class standards.<br/><br/>Her hips moved when she switched positions, a slight contraction in her lower leg that made her upper body flow like water into another stance. Haylee was definitely gorgeous, a perfect complexion and textured skin that looked like velvet. Her body from her neck down looked as if it was devoid of hair, an angelic soft supple body that had obviously had little attention. Even standing slutty there was a certain priceless burlesque teasing mannerism. Nobody could be certain whether or not she was a virgin, she had a soft pale pink virgin blush.