A virile, young Italian man was unwinding at his favorite bar in Rome when he caught the attention of a stunning young blonde. As the evening unfolded, he smoothly invited her back to his apartment, and after some small talk, they found themselves in his bedroom.
After a delightful encounter, he inquired with a grin, “So… You finish?”
She hesitated for a moment, furrowed her brow, and replied, “No.”
Surprised, the young man reached for her, and the passionate rendezvous resumed.
This time, she tossed about wildly, and the room echoed with screams of passion. As the fervor subsided, the young man, still smiling, asked once more, “You finish?”
Once again, after a brief pause, she returned his smile, snuggling closer, and softly uttered, “No.”
Stunned but determined, the young man reached for her again. Summoning the last of his strength, they reached a simultaneous climax, screaming, thrashing, and leaving the bed sheets in disarray.
Exhausted, the Italian collapsed onto his back, gasping for breath. Struggling to turn his head, he gazed into her eyes, smiling proudly, and repeated, “You finish?”
Barely able to speak, she whispered in his ear, “No, I’m Norwegian!”
