Anita closes her eyes shut and lets out a muffled whine as Lyre's length is forced into her little mouth. Lyre would be able to feel her tongue forced up against the bottom of his length as he pushes it inside, filling the girl's mouth easily. Anita squirms a bit as she tastes the bit of pre that had been hanging on Lyre's tip, though she doesn't struggle much with Lyre pressing down hard against her spine. More whimpers escape Anita's mouth as Syron presses his tongue harder against her little hole, Anita gripping against the grass hard.