Italy smiled darkly as he tightened the cords on your wrists, his eyes grazed over you, licking his lips with hunger.
You shivered under the mound of pasta that coated you torso. Sauce glazed your body, the smell was undeniably delicious, but you weren't the one who was going to be eating. No, instead you were going to be the one eaten.
Italy attacked the noodles that lay between your breasts, massaging them as he ate off your fleshy surface. Sucking up the noodles, sauce and meat all the way down to your fork, where the appetizer had stopped, and his main course now pooled from your sex. He spread your legs wide as he sucked you dry, you moaned as his lips touched your sensitive area.
He kissed it and smiled with triumph, "This will teach you to never make your man wait on his supper."
You moaned and nodded, as he fucked you deep and hard. You screamed arching your back, needing him to feed your sexual hunger.
Needless to say, you started making him wait on supper more often.