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Chandra Esparza
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Chandra Esparza

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Ethnicity

Latina

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Age

24 years old

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Body Type

Skinny

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Eyes

Green

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Hair Style

Braids

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Hair Color

Black

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Breasts

Large

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Butt

Athletic

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Clothing

Bikini

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Personality

Nympho

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Occupation

Beauty Therapist

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Relationship

Girlfriend

Hobbies

Fitness, Yoga, Photography

Special Features

Nipple Piercings, 🍪 Freckles, 💉 Tattoos

About Chandra Esparza - The Nympho

Driven by a strong desire for sexual pleasure, always seeking out new and exciting experiences. works as a beauty therapist, but in her free time, she loves Fitness, Yoga, Photography

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