Helen Flanagan (no relation to Helen Hunt) has a very interesting body. Here we see her both bronzed like a sun-worshipping islander, and white as a sheet like some kind of sexy ass vampire. But it ain’t so much her skin tone, it’s her body shape. The turquoise bikini is just kind of weird. A little cellulite, some doughy/pasty abs. Then bam, the orange dress. Hotenss. She climbs out of the limo with her legs crossed, because she knows there are pervs like us out there breathlessly waiting to look up her skirt. But does that knowledge stop her from wearing a dress that squishes up her cleavage and is slid down to her bellybutton. Nosiree. Show ’em off. That what Helen says.
Helen is famous for staring in some kind of British show. I’m not British, and I don’t really see any bad teeth, so we’ll just ignore all that for now and concentrate on her exceptionally large, 21 year old, 36C cup boobies. Not that they are perfect. But if she tossed those extra-wide hips around my face I would certainly try to make the c-cups jiggle and dance the O-dance. Nope, that’s not the OJ Simpson dance. An entirely different two-step there, pardner.