Breakfast in bed has never looked quite this tempting. Hayley Marie Coppin is already settled among the white pillows when you arrive, a tray of tea and crumpets beside her on the wooden bed frame, wearing the most deliciously sheer white lace babydoll with a little red bow at the centre. Her long blonde hair falls softly around her shoulders and her blue eyes sparkle with barely contained mischief as she cradles the teacup in both hands, the warm steam rising as she peers at you over the rim with a grin that says she has absolutely no intention of staying dressed for long.
The teacup comes down, the crumpets are forgotten, and the flimsy white lace that was barely doing its job to begin with starts to slip away entirely. Hayley is all warmth and charm and playful cheek as she shifts and stretches across the white sheets, the babydoll sliding free to reveal every gorgeous curve underneath. A little tea, a little crumpet, and rather a lot of Hayley, this is the kind of lazy morning you could get very, very used to.