You grab the skirt and wrap it around her legs. It's a hassle, but it gets the skirt out of the way, and makes it harder for her to struggle.
The only downside is, now you won't get to taste her succulent legs. Why did she have to wear such a long dress? Guess it doesn't matter at this point.
With her skirt out of the way, you tilt your head back, and after a series of swallows, you gulp down her hips, legs, and finally her feet.
It's at this point you notice the stove is still on. You turn that off before the food starts to burn. The last thing you need is the fire alarm alerting the people who live in this house. Especially after you just ate their... Roommate? Family member? Maid? It doesn't matter now, she's slowly digesting in your stomach.
You lean against the counter, patting your bloated, squirming belly as you think about what to do next. There's still all this food just sitting here, going to waste, and all those rooms you saw on your way in.