<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/4b/09/24/4b09240954330957c79f24b82827e39f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Micah Silva (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259067.msg12809593#msg12809593)<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Employee | Plumber<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>August 5 | 2 a.m.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Charlie and Marco's Room<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black Shirt and Boxers  (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/78/7e/0e/787e0eeccf0ecc362277c8cc3a8b1d44.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Charlie<strong>Mentioned:</strong>Not Applicable<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Not Applicable<hr/><br/><em>Fuck, fuck fuck... </em><br/><br/>His cock throbbed with growing need within his boxers when that damn word fell from her gorgeous mouth. Papi. It was something about a woman calling him that, in Spanish or English, that did something to his mind, made it hard for him to remember established boundaries.<br/><br/>She wants it.<br/><br/>Micah could tell she would not reject him from how she stared at him, need shadowing her green eyes, and how her hard nipples hardened underneath her white shirt. And yet, for some ridiculous reason that he could no longer remember, he focused on the leak rather than the woman in front of him. He was a goddamn fool alright. He managed to breathe a little easier once his hands were occupied with cleaning up the small mess of water. His thoughts also became slightly less focused on her sinful body as he prepared to tighten the loosened value.<br/><br/>“A DJ, huh?” He questioned, accent more prominent and voice deeper than earlier. “Are you any good?” Some of the crap he heard played aboard the ship was enough to make a deaf man weep...and not from joy. Micah understood they needed to cater to certain clientele but some of that stuff was beyond awful. Often times, he could be spotted with his own music blasting through his earbuds.<br/><br/>He groaned aloud when Charlie, impish woman, lowered herself onto his lap. His eyes closed involuntarily as he reached out his hand, fingers finding her wide hips. His hand stroked idly at her skin before he arched and ground his cock up against her pussy. There was only so much a man could take before he could not resist the onslaught of temptation anymore. He had reached his personal limit.<br/><br/>“Up,” Micah instructed in a gravelly tone. Only when she rose up did he scoot out and then sit up with his back against cabinet. “It does look wet but I need to be sure. Take off your panties for me.”