Under the vast, unjudging sky, a circle of women gather, their eyes sparkling with illicit intent. They're here for one reason: to indulge in their mutual love for watersports. One by one, they squat, their faces contorting in pleasure as they release their warm, golden streams onto the thirsty earth. The scent of urine fills the air, a heady aphrodisiac that fuels their desire. They lick it off each other's bodies, their tongues trailing down tanned skin, before coming together in a writhing, moaning, pissing mass of flesh.