Class is in session, and Hayley Marie Coppin is the teacher you always wished you had. She commands the sunlit schoolroom in a pretty pink floral mini dress and glasses, her blonde hair pinned back and her long legs bare, perching on the edge of the old wooden desk or leaning coolly against the wall while stacks of books and a large round clock frame her perfectly. She peers over the rim of those glasses with a look that is equal parts authority and invitation, picking up a book, circling the classroom, leaving a cheeky "I heart my teacher" note for the camera to find.
But Hayley has no interest in staying fully dressed for long. The pink floral dress rides higher with every pose, and soon she is stretched out across the desk in nothing but her red heels and the white bra, feet pointed lazily towards the ceiling, the clock ticking away behind her as she takes her sweet time peeling every last thing off. By the end of the lesson you have learned a great deal, and it has absolutely nothing to do with anything written in those books.