Anita is flipped over in her helpless state once again, strands of red hair getting in her face by now. She closes her eyes tight as she feels Syron's tongue press against her wet entrance once more while Lyre approached her from the front. Anita's hands grip against the ground tightly, though she doesn't struggle much more then that now, feeling the tongue soak her entrance in saliva. Anita lets out soft little whimpers while she faces the ground, still shivering while Lyre looks over her slender curves.