She pauses for a second and frowns, “No.”
Surprised, he grabs her, and they go at it again until she’s screaming with passion. Afterward he smiles and asks, “You finish?”
Once more she smiles, cuddles him, and softly says, “No.”
Stunned, but damned if he’s going to leave her unsatisfied, he mounts her a third time until she’s clawing the sheets. Exhausted, he asks again, “You finish?”
Finally, the blonde whispers, “No, I’m Norwegian.”
I'm in my seventh decade on Earth. I know things.