Hard Crush Fetish Beatrice | Rabbit

One evening, she found the perfect thing. A geode, no bigger than her paw, studded with quartz crystals. She held it to the lamplight. It was beautiful—cold, flawless, defiant. She turned it over and over, trembling. “This time,” she whispered, “I’ll stop after this.”

She brought the hammer down.

And for the first time, she felt nothing. Hard Crush Fetish Beatrice Rabbit