Dhurandhar XXX
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In the bullet-riddled alleys of Lyari, Karachi, where gang wars echoed like thunder and the salty sea breeze carried whispers of betrayal, Hamza Ali Mazari lived a life of shadows. Sent across the Torkham border for Operation Dhurandhar, the Indian RAW agent had become a ghost—posing as a simple Pathan waiter in Mohammed Aalam’s juice shop by day, gathering intel on Rehman Dakait’s ruthless gang and the cunning politician Jameel Jamali by night. But one evening at a fiery PAP rally, everything changed.
Yalina Jamali stepped out of her father’s armored SUV like fire wrapped in silk—kohl-lined eyes blazing, curves swaying in her tight salwar-kameez, her long hair dancing in the wind. The headstrong daughter of the politician locked eyes with the “local” waiter serving cold sugarcane juice to the crowd. “Tum kaun ho, itna handsome aur itna mysterious?” she teased, her voice husky like Karachi’s midnight calls to prayer. Hamza’s heart skipped. This wasn’t just part of the mission anymore. Her smile pierced his armor.
Days turned into stolen nights. They met on hidden rooftops overlooking the chaotic Lyari streets, fingers intertwined, lips brushing. “Yalina, teri mohabbat ne mujhe yeh jhoothi zindagi bhula di,” Hamza whispered one night, pulling her close under the stars. “Tu meri duniya hai, meri jaan, meri everything.” She melted into him, her soft breasts pressing against his chest. “Hamza, main bhi tujhpe fida hoon. Papa ke political games, gang ki goli-baari… sab bhool jaati hoon jab tu mujhe dekhta hai.”
The romance burned hotter with every secret meeting. But passion doesn’t wait in a city of danger. One stormy night, rival gang shots rang outside their hiding spot—an abandoned safehouse near the juice shop. Adrenaline surged. Hamza pinned Yalina against the peeling wall, kissing her like a starving man. “Teri gaand kitni juicy hai, meri jaan,” he growled, hands squeezing her plump, round ass hard. Yalina moaned, grinding against him. “Ab raha nahi jaata, Hamza… apna mota lund nikaal aur meri chut ko chod de. Poora andar daal, zor se!”
He ripped open her kameez, exposing her perky tits and dripping wet chut. His rock-hard lund sprang free, thick and throbbing. Hamza dropped to his knees, tongue lashing her swollen clit until she screamed, “Ahhh fuck, aur chaat meri chut!” Then he stood, lifted one of her legs, and slammed his lund deep inside her tight, hot pussy in one powerful thrust. “Teri chut bahut tight aur garam hai, meri randi! Main tujhe aaj raat bhar chodunga jaise koi dhurandhar warrior!” He pounded her mercilessly—hard, deep strokes that made her gaand slap against his thighs. Sweat poured down their bodies in the humid Karachi heat.
Yalina clawed his back, legs wrapped around him. “Haan, aur zor se chod! Meri gaand bhi maar, lund se phaad de mujhe!” He spun her around, bent her over, and entered her from behind, spanking her jiggling gaand red while his lund drilled her chut again and again. She rode him next, bouncing wildly on his cock, her juices coating every inch as orgasms ripped through her. “Lund le le poora, meri jaan… tu hi meri zindagi hai!” Hamza roared, filling her completely until they both collapsed in a tangle of limbs, hearts pounding as one.
In that moment, the spy and the politician’s daughter forgot borders, missions, and bullets. Their love was real—raw, dangerous, unbreakable. Hamza kissed her forehead softly. “No matter what shadows come, Yalina, tu meri hai… forever.”
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Yalina Jamali stepped out of her father’s armored SUV like fire wrapped in silk—kohl-lined eyes blazing, curves swaying in her tight salwar-kameez, her long hair dancing in the wind. The headstrong daughter of the politician locked eyes with the “local” waiter serving cold sugarcane juice to the crowd. “Tum kaun ho, itna handsome aur itna mysterious?” she teased, her voice husky like Karachi’s midnight calls to prayer. Hamza’s heart skipped. This wasn’t just part of the mission anymore. Her smile pierced his armor.
Days turned into stolen nights. They met on hidden rooftops overlooking the chaotic Lyari streets, fingers intertwined, lips brushing. “Yalina, teri mohabbat ne mujhe yeh jhoothi zindagi bhula di,” Hamza whispered one night, pulling her close under the stars. “Tu meri duniya hai, meri jaan, meri everything.” She melted into him, her soft breasts pressing against his chest. “Hamza, main bhi tujhpe fida hoon. Papa ke political games, gang ki goli-baari… sab bhool jaati hoon jab tu mujhe dekhta hai.”
The romance burned hotter with every secret meeting. But passion doesn’t wait in a city of danger. One stormy night, rival gang shots rang outside their hiding spot—an abandoned safehouse near the juice shop. Adrenaline surged. Hamza pinned Yalina against the peeling wall, kissing her like a starving man. “Teri gaand kitni juicy hai, meri jaan,” he growled, hands squeezing her plump, round ass hard. Yalina moaned, grinding against him. “Ab raha nahi jaata, Hamza… apna mota lund nikaal aur meri chut ko chod de. Poora andar daal, zor se!”
He ripped open her kameez, exposing her perky tits and dripping wet chut. His rock-hard lund sprang free, thick and throbbing. Hamza dropped to his knees, tongue lashing her swollen clit until she screamed, “Ahhh fuck, aur chaat meri chut!” Then he stood, lifted one of her legs, and slammed his lund deep inside her tight, hot pussy in one powerful thrust. “Teri chut bahut tight aur garam hai, meri randi! Main tujhe aaj raat bhar chodunga jaise koi dhurandhar warrior!” He pounded her mercilessly—hard, deep strokes that made her gaand slap against his thighs. Sweat poured down their bodies in the humid Karachi heat.
Yalina clawed his back, legs wrapped around him. “Haan, aur zor se chod! Meri gaand bhi maar, lund se phaad de mujhe!” He spun her around, bent her over, and entered her from behind, spanking her jiggling gaand red while his lund drilled her chut again and again. She rode him next, bouncing wildly on his cock, her juices coating every inch as orgasms ripped through her. “Lund le le poora, meri jaan… tu hi meri zindagi hai!” Hamza roared, filling her completely until they both collapsed in a tangle of limbs, hearts pounding as one.
In that moment, the spy and the politician’s daughter forgot borders, missions, and bullets. Their love was real—raw, dangerous, unbreakable. Hamza kissed her forehead softly. “No matter what shadows come, Yalina, tu meri hai… forever.”
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