Edmund dug his fingers into Safiya's hips as he slowly thrust himself into her body from behind. She was bent over the dresser with her soft back arched in surprise at the sudden, but pleasant pain in her voluptuous thighs. Her fingers squeezed against the sides of the dresser as she hissed in pleasure with Edmund's slow and methodical movements.
I knew from the moment I watched Bob build a car while Mark attempted to keep his garden safe from the oncoming onslaught of robots that I absolutely wanted, no, NEEDED to get my hands on this game. I'll link the YouTube video, so that I can give credit where credit is due. I definitely recommend watching it. It's absolutely hilarious. Anyway, everything else that happened in Markiplier's videos related to Scrap Mechanic was just an added bonus or icing on the cake, as they say. So as soon as Steam announced their summer savings list and my husband and I saw that Scrap Mechanic was on sale, we immediately jumped on the offer. I have no regrets, well, minus that time that we drove our car off to a warehouse where we died multiple times to robots with spud guns and then got lost for like 40 minutes real time. That's a stretch though; because honestly, despite the chaos that was ensuing right before my very eyes, I was still having a lot of fun even down to the cinematic ending of us making it back to base right as we ran out of gas for our vehicle. And, trust me, we had packed A LOT of gas.
After the coffee incident, Mark jetted out of the bathroom and down the three flights of stairs to the parking lot outside. Fortunately, his apartment was only 10 minutes away from the office, but he knew that having to drive all the way home and change pants so early in the day was going to mess up his schedule for the rest of the morning. Seeing as he was just an intern who wanted Maria to put in a good word for him to any future businesses he might deem worthy of working for, he knew he’d probably have to stay at least half an hour late today just to be sure he got everything done.
Mark had been fantasizing over Maria for two whole months now. His internship was coming to a close and he hadn’t even gotten a chance to really speak to her, since their first meeting. Sure, he had ran into her in the parking lot once or twice while they headed to the office together. She would casually ask him questions about school and what his intentions were after college. All bullshit social customs, since the honest truth of the matter was, she didn’t really care what his plans were nor did he have any fucking clue what he was doing with his life. During the entire internship with Maria’s company, Mark had gotten good at the mundane office work that had been assigned to him. He actually kind of liked the office atmosphere and the cubicle life, but he also wondered at times if he didn’t just like it because his desk was perfectly placed with a spectacular view of the front of Maria’s glass office.
Maria was twenty-five and already in charge of her father’s company. She knew the business inside and out and she was damn good at her job. No one would deny that. However, she was known to be blunt and, frankly, downright bitchy. Maria felt that the world should just function in a near perfect state and she didn’t like settling for less than perfection. EVER. This personality quirk of hers made her impossible to be around at best and the running joke around the office commonly consisted of the phrase: “Maria needs to get laid.”