Charlie Cooper’s in the abode. Grab your rods, forget your socks. Charlie and her knock-out juggs are covered in spunk when this babe receives off the stage and she’s a joy to check out rogering in hot poses, tongueing and mouthing balls, engulfing and jacking the flesh-pole.
This lap dancing club customer is about to get the exotic dance of his life when Charlie plops her large rogering milk cans over his junk and does the boob crush on it. Likewise bad there are no gogo dance undress clubs in the real world that hire dancers as athletic and as sexy as Charlie. There’re almost no lap dancing clubs for bucks who adore voluptuously-stacked, thick ladies. U urge boney, skinny gals? No problem.
Charlie isn’t a stripper for real, just in large titty dreams. In the real world, Miss Cooper’s a CNA (certified nursing assistant). Fine news, or maybe bad news, for old boys with hyperactive prostates. At least they have some eye-candy to check out.
Charlie is the queen of the mid-western Mardi Gras back home. “St. Louis is the second largest celebration in the country and trust me, I get bags of beads,” says Charlie. “I am the bead queen. I go in a ordinary outfit, just something worthwhile that I would wear out. And something that is available from the top cuz I don’t wish to lift up my shirt. I wanna pull ’em out.”