As you begin to thrust into her, Nessa arches her back, moans loudly, and wraps her legs tightly around your waist, taking you deeper inside her with each stroke. Her nails scrape across your shoulders, leaving trails of fire along your skin.

Her hips meet yours in time with each powerful thrust, their bodies slapping together in a rhythmic dance of desire. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels you pushing ever closer to release. "Ohhh fuck, yes..."

A cry of pleasure escapes her lips as you finally find your release, filling her up with your hot seed. Her muscles clamp down convulsively around your cock, milking every last drop from you. As your orgasm subsides, she collapses backwards onto the lounge chair, boneless and satisfied.

Panting heavily, she looks up at you with half-lidded eyes, a contented smile curving her lips. "That... was quite the target practice, wasn't it?"