Spain felt guilty, to say the least. There he was again, a giant churro in front of him, and he himself, completely naked and harder then he could possibly be with anyone else. He wrapped his legs around the churro, moaning already purely from the scent of his beloved trear.

He shivered as he jutt needingly against the sugary grains of the giant churro. His body felt hot, his face flushed. He knew it was strange, but he couldn't help it, he loved it. He jutt faster soon getting painfully hard. He pulled it away before getting on his hands and knees, rubbing his butt against it, moaning loudly.

"A-Ahh ~!" he moaned wantonly, slowly lowering himself onto the giant tasty treat, shuddering at the feeling. His eyes glazed over as he slowly started to move, riding the churro. His only disdain to this is that he never got to feel the churros sticky seed iside him, but he figured the sticky sugar was good enough for him.

He thrust down harder, groaning and panting, letting his eyes fall shut and he impaled himself over and over, soon reaching down and stroking himself, groaning louder. Normally he'd try to be quiet in fear of being caught, but it just felt so good today he let himself be more vocal.

Groaning he speed up his thrusts, matching his stroking speed to them. He bucked and cried out, taking almost off the churro into his tight arse. He moaned as he slammed the churro into his prostate, aiming for that spot again. He fucking himself on the churro until he cam, letting his load out all over the bedsheets with a low moan. Panting, he slowly took the churro out of his butt, then noticing the figure, horrified expression planted on his face, in the door way.

"R-Romano? I-it isn't what it looks like!" he said in a panic tone.

"W-WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU TOMA-CHURRO BASTARD!" The Italian shrieked before turning tail and running out of the house, never to return, leaving Spain to his churros forever.