You're Bloody Jokin'

The Italian Lover

A HANDSOME gentlemen named Luigi was relaxing at his favourite bar in the Olympic Village when he managed to attract a spectacular young blonde woman. Things progressed to the point where he led her back to his apartment, and after some small talk, they retired to his bedroom where he ‘rattled’ her senseless.

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

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

Surprised, Luigi reached for her and the ‘rattling’ resumed. This time she thrashed about wildly and there were screams of passion.

The ‘rattling’ finally ended and again Luigi smiled and asked, “You finish?”

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

Stunned, but being an Italian, he refused to leave this woman unsatisfied. He reached for the woman yet again. Using the last of his strength, he barely managed to ‘rattle’ her, but they ended together screaming, bucking, clawing and ripping the bed sheets.

Exhausted, Luigi 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, the beautiful blonde whispered in his ear, “No, Norwegian!”

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