Some new images of Kelly and a little teaser of her story. I hope you like them :)

The Pole

Cinthia was nineteen, a young novice from a wealthy family who had taken temporary vows and come to the favela with a small group of volunteer nuns. Her long blonde hair was always tied neatly back, her white blouse always clean, and her soft voice always polite. She spent her days distributing food, medicine, and donated clothes, trying to do good in a place that felt completely foreign to her.

Kelly Silva was twenty-four, born and raised in the same favela. Everyone knew her as the lazy, street-smart girl who spent most of her time playing soccer, drinking beer, and getting into trouble. Rumors said she had quiet ties to the local organized crime, though no one ever said it to her face. She was tall, dark-skinned, strong, and completely shameless about the massive cock she carried between her legs.

The sun was already low when Cinthia turned the corner with a stack of donated clothes in her arms. She heard the soft sound of water hitting concrete. Kelly stood with her back to the alley, one hand braced against a rusted pole, the other holding her soccer shorts halfway down her thick thighs. A steady golden stream arced from between her legs, splashing against the base of the pole. She looked completely unbothered, still breathing a little hard from the game, dark skin glistening with sweat.

Cinthia froze.She had never seen a girl piss standing up before. The shape between Kelly’s legs was wrong — too long, too heavy.

Even from behind it hung low and thick, swinging slightly with every breath.

Kelly finished, gave herself a casual shake, and turned. The shorts were still around her thighs. Her cock came into full view: semi-soft, dark, heavy, the thick shaft resting against one thigh, the fat head still wet and shiny. It was easily the length of Cinthia’s forearm, veined and thick even without being hard. Two full, heavy balls hung beneath it.

Cinthia’s mouth opened. The stack of clothes almost slipped from her arms. Kelly’s eyes landed on her.

A slow, lazy smirk spread across her face. She didn’t pull the shorts up. She just stood there, letting the young blonde nun stare at the thick black cock swaying gently between her legs.

“First time seeing a girl take a piss, irmãzinha*?”

Kelly’s voice was low, amused, still a little out of breath. She gave the heavy length a light upward slap with two fingers so it bounced once, the wet head catching the light.

“Or is it the first time you’re seeing one this big?”Cinthia’s face burned. She couldn’t look away. The cock was right there thick, dark, still glistening at the tip from the piss, hanging so casually it almost looked like a challenge.

Kelly took one step closer, the weight of it swinging with the movement.

“You can keep staring if you want"

She said softly, almost kind.

“I don’t mind.”

Cinthia’s heart hammered against her ribs. Her thighs pressed together under the long skirt. She still hadn’t said a single word.

*In this sentence, irmazinha refers to the way one addresses a nun—as "Sister" or "little sister"—in a religious, rather than familial, sense.