the French guy and the blonde

A virile, young French guy was relaxing at his favourite bar in Paris, when he managed to attract a spectacular young blonde.

Things progressed to the point where he invited her back to his apartment and, after some small talk, they retired to his bedroom and made love.

After a pleasant interlude, he asked with a smile, “So… you finish?”

She paused for a second, frowned and replied, “No.”

Surprised, the young man reached for her and the love making resumed.

This time she thrashed about wildly and there were screams of passion. The love making ended and, again, the young man smiled and, again, he asked, “You finish?”

And again, after a short pause, she returned his smile, cuddled closer to him and softly said, “No.”

Stunned, but damned if this woman was going to outlast him, the young man reached for the woman again. Using the last of his strength, he barely managed it, but they climaxed simultaneously, screaming, bucking, clawing and ripping the bed sheets.

The exhausted man fell onto his back, gasping, barely able to turn his head. He looked into her eyes, smiled proudly and asked again, “You finish!?”

Barely able to speak, she whispered in his ear, “No! I’m Norwegian.”