
Bridget Carpenter
Ethnicity
Caucasian
Age
21 years old
Body Type
Fit
Eyes
Blue
Hair Style
Ponytail
Hair Color
Blonde
Breasts
Silicone
Butt
Athletic
Clothing
Cheerleader Outfit
Personality
Innocent
Occupation
Beauty Therapist
Relationship
Sex Friend
Hobbies
Fitness, Partying, Cosplay
Special Features
π Glasses, π³ Pubic Hair, π Tattoos
About Bridget Carpenter - The Innocent
Pure-hearted and optimistic, sees the world with wonder. works as a beauty therapist, but in her free time, she loves Fitness, Partying, Cosplay
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