Adult Blogger: CLUB SEVENTEEN pulled her hand from Dan's and entered a pantry off the kitchen, reappearing with a glass bottle bearing a Bertolli label. "Come on," she whispered, reaching for his hand to lead him back to the library.
But Dan avoided her grasp, instead taking the bottle from her. "No. Right here," he whispered back, unscrewing the cap.
"No, Dan. Not here." Her voice was barely audible as he poured a little of the oil into his hand, reaching behind her and spreading the slippery fluid across her tight ass cheeks. "I said no. Let's go." His fingers wormed their way between her tightly clenched cheeks, and the tip of an oily finger penetrated her puckered hole. "Please," she begged weakly. "Somewhere else. Just not right here."
Dan didn't respond to her. He merely turned her around and pushed her against the kitchen island. She braced herself, arms stretched before her, French manicured nails standing out against the dark granite countertop.