Her chariot awaits to whisk her away from the ball. Not wanting to part, she sucks his balls in, rolling her tongue over the spheres. Golden curls originally in a coiffure are now a tangled mess in his hand. In and out he thrusts, gags and moans are heard. Cherry lips stain his cock red, as pearly cum starts to spurt. Sticky streaks glisten like glass against her face. With cum running down her chin, she runs away. Once home, her chariot turns back into a pumpkin and the Prince begins his search for the mouth with the perfect fit.