"African gods help give Bomani strength for hunt and wrestle and fuck!" the black warrior boasted, bluntly answering He-Man's question. "But Bomani muscle all Bomani!"
He lifted his powerful arms and gave a double bicep pose.
He-Man reached out and placed his firm hands atop the hard, pillowy pecs of the ebony stud.
"His skin is so dark and his body is so rugged..." he thought silently. Not even Skeletor, whose muscular body lifted his loincloth on my occasions, flexed so hotly. "I've never felt such attraction!"
He-Man's touching grew more and more lewd with every inch he felt. His fingertips ran over Bomani's erect nipples, making him grunt.
"Bomani, is it? I think we're going to get along well, my savage friend..."
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