Irene, a picture of elegance, can no longer hold it in. She slips away from the party, the soft grass beneath her bare feet guiding her to a private nook. Her dress rustles as she hikes it up, her fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties, pulling them aside to expose her glistening lips. She moans softly, her body relaxing as she succumbs to the pleasure of release, her warm, fragrant urine trickling down her legs, staining the grass below.