Freen stepped out of the time machine, her heart pounding. The world she returned to looked just like she remembered: quiet streets, blooming flowers, and the familiar scent of fresh air. But she wasn't here for a nostalgic trip. She had a mission.
(Freen Sarocha Chankimha is a brilliant scientist, who left the present world in 2024, leaving her wife, Rebecca Patricia Chankimha, who is a Professor in Armstrong Law University and their 5 years old daughter, Sam Chankimha and travelled to the future on a mission, Now she has returned.)
Becky was in the kitchen when Freen walked in, looking exactly the same as she did the day Freen left. Becky dropped the dish she was holding, her eyes wide with shock.
"Freen? Is it really you?"
"Yes, Becky, it's me," Freen said, rushing to hold her. "But I don't have much time to explain. I came from the future."
Becky's confusion was evident, but she listened as Freen told her about the world they lived in years from now. A world in turmoil, where their only child, Sam, grew up to be a brilliant scientist who almost saved the world. Almost, because she needed help that only a sibling could provide.
"We need to have another baby," Freen said, her voice trembling. "Sam can't do it alone. Our future depends on it."
Becky stared at Freen, processing the incredible story. "Another baby?" she whispered. "But we decided one was enough."
"I know," Freen said, holding Becky's hands tightly. "But the future changed everything. Sam needs a sibling. Our world needs them both."
Becky looked into Freen's eyes, seeing the urgency and desperation. She took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the decision. "Okay," she said finally. "If it means saving our future, we'll do it."
Freen hugged Becky tightly, relief flooding through her. "Thank you, Becky. You have no idea how much this means. And I missed you so much and our cha-cha thing" Freen smirked as she said that.
Becky blushed and softly hit Freen on her chest. "I missed you too Babe".
"Shall we make baby now" Freen kissed and whispered.
Freen thought to herself, pretending to think hard, "I'm gonna do something about that." She said before pushing Becky back onto the bed. Their bed.
Becky chuckled, pulling Freen into her lips when she climbed over top of her. She gripped Freen's collar with a heavy hand, ramming their lips together, falling back to the bed once they were one "How do you taste so good?" Freen groaned in disbelief. Sucking Becky's lips, biting them, sucking on her tongue, so soft, so cool, so addictive,
At the same time they pulled apart, Freen began undoing Becky's jeans and becky began undoing the buttons down Freen's collared long sleeve. Impatiently, Freen putting her hand down Becky's panties once her button and zipper were undone, satisfied with her wetness down there, she was getting so hard feeling what she was about to fuck.
"Ah-mmm." Becky hummed in surprise, she didn't remember Freen being able to unbutton her pants so quickly. She's still working on her buttons. "Just rip it, baby. I need you." Freen shook her head, using her free hand to help Becky rip her shirt apart, immediately her whole chest was visible. Remember, bras usually annoy her.
The sound of small buttons flying to the floor echoed in the room, but went unregistered by the couple. Becky took Freen's shirt off completely, running her hands down her arms gently as she did it, just to remember the way Freen's skin feels. Oh so fucking desirable.
One by one, their clothing disappeared from their bodies.
Becky switched their positions, being on top of Freen and straddling her waist, she leaned down to suck Freen's dry before sitting up and positioning herself over Freen's standing cock. She used the tip to tease herself at first, already moaning because she was so sensitive, in such need for this, for Freen. Freen admired the way Becky looked on top of her, using her to pleasure herself. Could she ever get tired of that beautiful flowy hair of hers? She ran her hands up Becky's body, teasing her nipples before sliding back down and wrapping themselves around her small waist.
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Make you Moan (Freen-Becky G!P)
FanfictionSMUT SMUT SMUT READ AT YOUR OWN RISK‼️ I hope I'm making that very clear. Don't fucking complain in the comments section. Take whatever is served, else get the fuck out of here. These are Freen's and Sam's G!P.