Scat-Princess - Facesitting, can he breath ? not sure Part 2

In the lavish bathroom, the Scat-Princess leaned against the marble vanity, admiring her reflection in the mirror. She turned to face the Toilet Guy, who was trapped underneath her ample bottom. "How does it feel?" she asked with a sinister smirk. "To know that I'm sitting on you, just like you sat on that woman's face?" Her tone was full of malice, and she revelled in the power she had over him. The Toilet Guy, his face buried in the plush carpet, struggled to catch his breath. His nostrils were filled with the foul stench of excrement, and he couldn't help but taste it in the back of his throat. He tried to twist and squirm, but the weight of her body pinned him in place, making it impossible to escape. With a wicked grin, the Scat-Princess reached down and gave his bound hands a cruel tug, pulling them closer towards her anus. "This is yours to eat," she purred, her voice dripping with cruel sarcasm. "Enjoy the taste of your own failure." She thrust her hips forward, pressing her ass harder against his face, feeling his desperate gasps for air against her perineum. Her bare thighs squeezed around his head, locking him in place as she enjoyed the sight of him struggling to take in her scat-filled words. As she continued to spew nasty insults and filth, the Toilet Guy found himself helplessly compelled to obey. He stretched his tongue and lowered his face closer to her anus, desperate to taste even the tiniest morsel of her feces. The stench was overpowering, but he knew that this was his only chance to survive. He needed to prove himself worthy of her attention, no matter how disgusting the task might be. With each passing moment, the Scat-Princess felt her control over the Toilet Guy slip further. His desperation was intoxicating, and she thrived on the power it gave her. She pushed him harder and harder, forcing him to consume more of her feces until she finally felt satisfied. With a triumphant laugh, she lifted herself off his body and stood up, slowly wiping her ass on the carpet before walking away in a cloud of disgusting satisfaction. As the door slammed shut behind her, the Toilet Guy lay there, covered in filth and utterly defeated. He could hear her laughter echoing in his ears, mocking him for his failure. He knew that this was the cruel reality he had been living in, trapped in a world where he was nothing more than a toilet to be used and abused. But even in his darkest hour, he couldn't help but feel a perverse sense of excitement at the thought of what might come next...