Charlie Cooper's in the house. Grab your cocks, forget your socks. Charlie and her knock-out knockers are covered in cream when she gets off the stage and she's a pleasure to watch fucking in hot positions, licking and sucking balls, sucking and jacking the flesh-pole.

This strip club customer is about to get the lap dance of his life when Charlie plops her big fucking tits over his junk and does the boob crush on it. Too bad there are no lap dance clubs in the real world that hire dancers as built and as sexy as Charlie. There are almost no strip clubs for guys who love voluptuously-stacked, thick ladies. You want boney, skinny girls? No problem.

Charlie isn't a stripper for real, just in big titty fantasies. In the real world, Miss Cooper's a CNA (certified nursing assistant). Good news, or maybe bad news, for old guys with hyperactive prostates. At least they have some eye-candy to look at.

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 normal outfit, just something nice that I would wear out. And something that's accessible from the top because I don't want to lift up my shirt. I want to pull 'em out."