Princess Projectra

People tended to think of princesses as sweet and innocent things, but Princess Projectra was far from a shrinking violet (neither was Shrinking Violet, come to that).

At the moment, the platinum blonde princess was alone in her quarters, but that was just the way she liked it. If she needed company, she could always conjure it up, just as she was doing now. As she lay there, the plunging front of her red and yellow costume providing quick crotch access to her eager fingers, her dirty mind provided the kind of stimulation only she could provide, as she watched images of the other Legionnaires cavorting in front of her, indulging in sweaty naked erotic antics, their hot young bodies entwined. She moaned as the images suddenly disappeared from view, due to her eyes rolling back in her head. If she'd still have been watching, she'd have realised that one of the Legionnaire images had now been replaced by the actual person.