In the emerald-tiled bathroom, the Wicked Witch of Oz finds solace in the forbidden. Surrounded by the scent of urine and the echo of flushes, she leans over the toilet, her crimson lips parting to welcome a throbbing, veined cock. She moans around the intrusion, her tongue swirling as she takes it deeper, her throat convulsing in pleasure. The witch's reflection in the mirror, her eyes glazed, betrays her shameful, delicious secret.