Whitefish River Shattering Everything

Aw, thanks doll. Going to use that welcome the right way. By creating hell.

The chocolate babe threw her head back with a laugh, then a nonchalant eye-roll. She cracked herself up.
She listened with renewed attention to the one and only girl that caught her ear.
With a devilish grin, she responded with a proper,

Ah, gossip. The very thing I love to hold over the heads of idiots. Gonna spill their beans?

The soft furred brunette padded closer to the red head, her attention slowly climaxing at the thought of prospectful secrets spilling across her open paws.