In a private, dimly lit room, a mysterious woman, her identity veiled, awaits. A belt, your belt, lies across her lap. She's a master of her craft, an ass connoisseur, if you will. She beckons you to approach, to sit upon her lap, stomach down. You comply, feeling the softness of her body beneath you. She wraps the belt around your waist, pulling you in tighter. Her hands, strong and confident, begin to knead your flesh, squeezing and squishing your ass, sending waves of pleasure and slight discomfort coursing through you. She takes her time, exploring every curve, every inch, her breath hot on your back.