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Alone in her room, she finds solace in her Easter tradition, a secret pleasure she indulges in annually. The clock strikes three, her cue to begin. She sits on the edge of her bed, spreading her legs wide, her dress riding up to reveal her smooth, shaven pussy. With a deep breath, she relaxes her body, feeling her bladder contract as the first warm drops escape. She gasps, her fingers digging into the bedsheets as the stream intensifies, soaking her dress, the bed, the floor. Her pussy throbs, her clit engorged, as she continues to empty her bladder, the room filling with the scent of her urine and her own musk.