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“Ah, fuck, you’re really the best at this,” Barton groans, the words low, needy. Chandra stares up at him, eyes wide and focused as she bobs up and down the length of his cock. He’s massive, big enough for her throat to be stretching around his cock, but she doesn’t even flinch. Keeping people emotionally stable is part of her job, after all, and this is one of her most fruitful methods. With an extreme case like Barton, she doesn’t really have much of a choice, anyway. Talk therapy gets her nowhere, he’d only end up getting more worked up, eager to rush out and find a fight.
But this way? She can get him to calm down so much quicker. She rolls her tongue over his shaft, pushing down further, until his cock is wedged so deep she can’t even breathe. That’s not enough to make her balk, however, she’s used to his size. She’s used to the way he takes over, knocking her hat off as he grabs her head frantically. Even his hand is huge, able to grip her skull with ease as he pushes her down even further.
“That tight throat is perfect, Chandra,” Barton grins down at her, pushing her to the limit, until she’s taken his cock to the hilt. She can feel his hair, brushing against her face, rough and coarse, but she keeps her eyes locked on his over her glasses. She fights back the urge to gag, his scent filling her, everything about Barton nearly overwhelming her. But best of all, she can feel his aggression fading away. Offering him sexual release is the best way to get him to open up, and with anyone else, he’d likely get bored and take over, fucking their face.
But with Chandra, he knows to relax. His grip soon lets up, and he allows her to get back to doing this her way. She bobs up and down his length, dragging her tongue along his shaft, pausing occasionally to roll it over him, watching the way his face relaxes. She’s soothing him, bit by bit, and she knows he’s not going to last much longer. She can’t wait to see him fully relax when he comes, for all of his tension to just melt away in the wake of his climax… it ought to buy a couple hours of good behavior out of Barton, before he’s looking for trouble once again.
That’s just fine, and exactly what Chandra expects. She keeps up her efforts, until she can feel his massive cock bucking under her efforts. He’s nearly there, about to burst, and she pulls back, focusing on the head of his cock. She rolls her tongue over him, planting a kiss, and then grabs him by hand. She pumps along his cock, sucking on the tip, rolling her tongue over him, pushing against him, and then releasing him just as he comes.
His seed splatters on her face, hot and heavy, and Chandra sighs happily as she takes the facial. Barton looks so relaxed, and she knows she’s done a good job.