The werebear snorts a bit at your suggestion, his maw twitching in a noticeable smirk.<br/><br/>"Hmm... now<em>that</em>ish an appetizing proshpect." The words come out in a pleased grumble, and the bear shambles forward almost lazily. "Shuch lovely breashtsh... and lovely lipsh. I think I will very much enjoy their caressh..."<br/><br/>It takes a little maneuvering, since he's so much taller than you... but a moment later, the werebear's long cock slides through the valley between your breasts, and your nipples brush up against his shaggy thighs. From this close, you can smell a distinctly earthy musk emanating from the bear's sex, like the ground after a hard rain... a smell that washes over you in waves as his hips start to rock back and forth, dragging his cock across your skin and sending a wave of furred caresses over the tips of your nipples...