Charlie Cooper’s in the abode. Cookie your cocks, forget your socks. Charlie and her knock-out billibongs are covered in man-juice when this babe receives off the stage and she’s a enjoyment to observe fucking in hawt poses, licking with tongue and engulfing balls, mouthing and jacking the flesh-pole.
This club customer is about to get the sexy dance of his life when Charlie plops her larger than run of the mill rogering billibongs over his junk and does the boob crush on it. Too bad there’re no exotic dance exotic dancing clubs in the real world that hire dancers as athletic and as hot as Charlie. There’re almost no clubs for lads who like voluptuously-stacked, thick ladies. You want boney, slender cuties? No problem.
Charlie isn’t a hot dancer for real, just in large titty fantasies. In the real world, Miss Cooper’s a CNA (certified nursing assistant). Priceless news, or maybe bad news, for aged boys with hyperactive prostates. At least they have some eye-candy to watch.
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 acquire bags of beads,” says Charlie. “I am the bead queen. I go in a normal outfit, just something valuable that I would wear out. And something that is accessible from the top cuz I do not wanna lift up my shirt. I wanna pull ’em out.”