You leap from your hiding spot, "BOOGIE TIME, BITCHES!"
The Ursaring turns sharply, signaling that the time has come. You proceed to perform a bodacious groove so ballin' and fabulous that the ground itself would be honored to host you if it were actually sentient. You jig and jive, swing and sway, prance and shimmy like no one has ever pranced or shimmied before.
The Ursaring swoons, falling to the ground with a tremendous thud. It props itself back up, drawn amorously to your swaying hips and jiving booty. It climbs to it's feet, and pounces onto you, knocking you to the ground. "Fuck me, you sexy beast!"
What follows is the making of some of the hottest love ever made in the history of love making history. Unrivaled passion and pleasure, permeating the air with palpable lust.
After several hours of boning, the exhausted Ursaring slumps down onto your gooey body, quickly falling asleep.
