An Italian man, relaxing at his favorite bar in Rome, managed to
attract a spectacular young blonde woman. He invited her back to his
apartment,
and after some small talk they made love. After a pleasant interlude and
at what seemed to him to be the appropriate time, he stretched, asked with
a smile, "So... you finish?"
She paused for a second, frowned, and replied "No."
Pleasantly surprised, the young man reached for her and had his way with her
again. This time she's wild, thrashing about on the bed and climaxing with screams
of passion.
Again, the young man smiles, and asks, "You finish?"
And again, after a short pause, she returns his smile, cuddles closer to
him, and says "No." Stunned, but damned if this woman is going to
outlast him, the young man reaches for his date. It takes all of his
strength and
he barely manages to do it, but they climax simultaneously, screaming, bucking,
clawing and ripping bed sheets. It's dawn by the and entirely spent, the
exhausted man falls onto his back, gasping. Barely able to
turn his head, he looks into her eyes, smiles proudly, and asks, "You
finish!?" "No!" she shouts back. "Swedish!"
