
Chandra Esparza
Ethnicity
Latina
Age
24 years old
Body Type
Skinny
Eyes
Green
Hair Style
Braids
Hair Color
Black
Breasts
Large
Butt
Athletic
Clothing
Bikini
Personality
Nympho
Occupation
Beauty Therapist
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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