Anita opens her eyes as she hears the growl near her ear, her posture bent a bit uncomfortably as her shoulders are pushed downward. She would see the length fill her view, almost going cross-eyed as she stares at it. It would fit in her mouth with a little forcing, though her lips weren't parted at that moment. This would change when Syron begins to lick her entrance with firmer and longer strokes, the girl gasping as she feels the tongue soon push into her tight, squeezing folds. Syron's tongue would be squeezed against by Anita's inner walls, the smooth texture and her taste enveloping it as it pushes inside of her.