Somewhere after “Mean Girls,” Lindsey Lohan became porny in affectation without showing the skin to back it up. Then all the curves melted away in a haboob of cocaine. Finally, by “The Canyons,” we kind of didn’t want to see her naked anymore. Natasha Nice reminds us of all that promise, and delivers in a crazy joyride of flesh and drama.
Somehow these pictures of Natasha Nice make me recall fireplaces, and spiked apple cider, and what’s going on underneath your girlfriend’s parka.
Maybe it took the French Revolution to show us that hair doesn’t matter; that the virtues of liberté, égalité, et fraternité don’t raise barricades against the follicularly challenged.
“…so many people (who don’t write porn) talk about how easy it is to write a porn script…”
Topless Movie Reviews is like National Geographic but with less breastfeeding.
“It’s a fetish to buy a pretty girl something she wants,” says Kimberly Kane.
Just like “Ginger Lynn’s Token Ring Ethernet Sex Party,” “Pornstar Tweet” seeks to capitalize porntastically on an ephemeral trend.
It sounds like a great night for a good cause. I’ll be there, too – it’s fun to talk about poverty in a room that smells like strippers’ melon body spray and vodka.
Thus, the boxcover of “Oh No! There’s A Negro in My Mom 4″ states “Now with blacker Negroes!”
Now more than ever, adult companies must respond to the demands of a consumer base increasingly tempted by free porn. I talked with Chatsworth Pictures founders and directors Grip and Cram Johnson, the creative team behind such titles as “Cuckold MILFs,” “Mandinka Parties” and, most recently, “Oh No! There’s A Negro in My Mom 4.” […]