Exotic Relationship

Julia slumped back down on the bed, completely satisfied, after her orgasm. She doesn't realize at first that her boyfriend, Carlo hasn't, feeling entirely blissed out from it.
"I'm not done yet. Too pent up," he grunts behind her and she frowns, not understanding, until she feels his fingers dig back into her hole again.
"Fuck, Carlo, what? God, too much, too much, I can't-" she sobs, and Carlo knows there are fat tears freely flowing down her beautiful face, running down soft cheeks. He needs to see.
He suddenly pulls his fingers out, and for a second, Julia sighs in relief, thinking that he's finally giving her a break, but strong arms flip her over so that she's on her back, spread out for Carlo, like a feast on display. And he is still hungry. Starving.
"I need to see your face when you fall apart for me." Her stomach churned, and her heart pounded erratically in her chest, slamming against her rib cage.
Carlo drinks in her expression, wide bewildered eyes still somewhat unfocused as they try to comprehend the immense feeling after just cumming. There are tears freely flowing down her blotchy cheeks, bright red, a color he wants to see Julia in more. Her mouth is parted as she desperately gasps for air as if all the oxygen has been sucked out of the room the moment she came.
"Please wait, w-wait-" But Carlo is unrelenting, pushing his cock back in, and rather than slowing down, he picks up the pace, the bed shaking from the immense force.
Julia whines out with a broken voice, "Ngh, ngh - Too much, too much, please—"
"Awww, does it hurt, my poor baby? Isn't this exactly what you wanted?" Faux sympathy drips like venom from his lips, burning and sharp. Eyes dark with desire, a Cheshire-like grin plastered on his face. He grips her hips so that they are flush together, fingers pressing down into Julia's waist, placing them over the bruises that have already formed, like a map, showing exactly where to hold her in place.
Julia jerked and squirmed in his harsh grip, attempting to get away, trying to escape the overwhelming feeling once again, but it felt nearly impossible. She could only lay there and take whatever he was giving her.
Carlo simply smiles down at her as he watches slowly as the pleasure starts to overtake the pain. Julia's face is exquisite, head lolling back as if she's lost all strength in being able to hold herself up, useless, and pliant. Her eyes squeezed shut as the tears were forced out of her eyes.
He listens to the chorus of moans and whines as he suddenly starts to continuously aim for her G-spot without stopping. Julia starts to cry harder which only drives him to fuck her harder, fuck her deeper. He wants her to sob.
Julia lets out a violent sob, shaking in Carlo's arms, desperate wails echoing around the room. He would be surprised if no one could hear how vocal she's being, despite the loud music of the party playing downstairs.
Carlo brushes a thumb over the tears rolling down her flushed cheeks. He can't stop the yearning in his chest as he looks down at her wrecked form, such a beautiful mess, and she's all his.
He bends down over Julia's body to get them closer–he needs to taste. He slows down his strokes to give her sweet face the attention it deserves. He reaches for the spot where he just brushed the tears from Julia's cheek, already wet with a fresh flow of new tears, and gives it a soft kiss. The taste of salt bursts on his tongue. He goes to the other cheek to do the same thing and starts peppering both of her cheeks with soft kisses.
The contrast of his actions temporarily shocks her into silence for a moment. She freezes at the feeling before letting out another whine and moans as Carlo's slow thrusts grow faster.
Carlo changes his aim to her mouth as he swallows down Julia's moans, licking into her mouth, attempting to eat her whole. He's been generally quiet, only low grunts of effort and exertion throughout fucking Julia as his life depended on it. He starts to let out low moans in tandem with her high-pitched ones.
He can feel the heat swirling in his gut. He's getting close. The pressure builds up and up until it wants to be released. He breaks from the kiss to manhandle Julia's legs over his shoulders, dragging her up on his cock and lifting her hips off the bed. He bends back down to get a steady position to fuck even faster into her as he aims to chase their high for the both of them.
He watches as she tenses and bucks, eyes rolling at the endless sensations of pleasure as she throws her head back, cumming all over his cock once more. Carlo follows soon after, watching her blissed-out expression, sending him tumbling over the edge as he moans, almost just as loud as Julia had been.
He lets Julia's legs fall gently back on the mattress as he looks down at the beautiful woman underneath him. He looks proud of the mess he has made. Julia, laying there, eyes dazed and fucked out, face covered in sweat, tears, and drool, mouth open as she takes in deep gulps of air. Truly a sight to behold. Carlo wishes his phone were here so that he could take a photo to capture this moment forever, adding to his already-building collection. Alas, his phone was downstairs with his friend.
He smiles as Julia seems to gather her muddled thoughts together as she looks back up at him, mind still a little woozy, and simply smiles up at him. A full gummy smile, teeth on display as a little giggle escapes her lips.