The lesson under the table

From the vantage point beneath the table, I observed the scene unfolding above. A woman, with long straight hair and pale, fair skin, sat cross-legged, her dark dress hugging her tiny, slim frame. Her eyes were fixed on the man opposite her, whose jeans had become unbuttoned, revealing a thick cock that pulsed with each movement. As she moved her hand up and down, the classroom remained bathed in bright, even lighting, creating a shallow depth of field that kept everything sharp but focused on her and him.