Has anyone seen hate crime the movie 2013 heres a link http://www.amazon.com/Hate-Crime-Ian-Roberts/dp/B00DOQK5NO does anyone have it or know where to watch it free or could someone upload it

i confess i just jerked off to the movie Closer with Julia Roberts and Natalie Portman.
memorable scene when Julia Roberts tells her husband she's been fucking another guy, he completely freaks out and demands her to go into detail about how they fucked.

Clive Owen: "i want you to be truthful. who's a better fuck, me or him?"
Julia Roberts: "why are you doing this?"
C O: "BECAUSE I'M A FUCKING CAVEMAN, now tell me!!"
J R: "it's different. your gentler. he's a bit rough. he fucks me..."
C O: "..like a whore?"
J R: "..well...yes.."
C O: "gee i wonder why that is."
J R: "i love him. i never wanted to hurt you."
C O: "...you fucked him today didn't you?"
J R: (pause)
C O: "how many times did you cum? where you on top? did you kiss alot?
J R: "please stop."
C O: "did you even think about me during? did he eat you? did you blow him for fucks sake tell me!"
J O:"YES! okay i sucked him off and he finished in my mouth and i swallowed! and you know what, he tastes like you, only sweeter."

Why do all the guys pretending to be women on this site use actual female names as their profile name? If my name was Robert, I certainly wouldn’t use my name on my profile on a porn site. I mean, c’mon… and guys, all women aren’t named Jenny. WTF 

Im trying to find a porn that was in the back ground of an actual movie, the movie is strangeland with dee snider and robert england. at one point robert england was watching a porn in the back ground, there was only a few seconds of the clip, if any one knows of the film please let me know. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zFNo42kaHII

Robert(a) could only girlishly struggle to swallow the BBC and its thick pungent BBC emission.

For those of you who asked for ''one example of tor being broken.'' Guess what I've got :). Google Robert Mikelsons, theres your ''1 example'' that involved 11 of these so called hiddensites. The feds became admin's of your favorite shit and they was watching.

Former 'That ‘70s Show' star Lisa Robin Kelly dead at 43

Former That ‘70s Show star Lisa Robin Kelly has died, according to her agent.

As reported by TMZ, Kelly, 43, passed away in her sleep on Wednesday night at a rehab facility in California.

“Lisa had voluntarily checked herself into a treatment facility early this week where she was battling the addiction problems that have plagued her these past few years,” said her agent Craig Wyckoff.

Born in Southington, Conn., the blonde actress had lead a troubled existence once That ‘70s Show went off the air in 2006.

In August 2010, Kelly was arrested in North Carolina for driving under the influence, for which she plead guilty and was sentenced to 12 months of unsupervised probation.

In March 2012, Kelly was arrested in Los Angeles on a felony charge of corporal injury upon a spouse following claims that she beat up an ex-boyfriend. The L.A. district attorney later declined to prosecute.

In November, 2012, Kelly and her 61-year-old husband Robert Gilliam were both arrested and charged with assault following a disturbance at their home in Mooresville, North Carolina. Both were released on bond.

And two months ago, Kelly was arrested again when California Highway Patrol responded to a call regarding a parked car blocking a freeway lane. Kelly failed the field sobriety test and was charged with DUI.

On That ‘70s Show, Kelly played Laurie, the promiscuous older sister of main character Eric Forman (Topher Grace). She left the show after five seasons with the explanation that her character was attending beauty school. The Laurie character was replaced by actress Christina Moore for the show’s sixth season.

In an interview with ABC News, Kelly said she left the series to deal with her personal issues. “With That ‘70s Show, I was guilty of a drinking problem, and I ran,” she said.

Sources told TMZ that Kelly had been in and out of rehab centers in recent years in an attempt to kick her alcohol problem.

Kelly recently fell off the wagon following a dispute with her estranged husband, Gilliam, who was arrested for assaulting her in May, 2013. Gilliam was convicted of domestic battery last month and sentenced to three years probation.

According to her agent, Kelly was attempting to restart her career when she passed away.

“I spoke to her on Monday and she was hopeful and confident and looking forward to putting this part of her life behind her,” said Wyckoff. “[On Wednesday] night she lost the battle.”

The official cause of Kelly’s death has not been announced.

Anyone still wanking over QVC Julia Roberts?

my daughter isn't a whore and we dont do incest. but if it was up to me i'd fuck the shit out of her.

she is pertty.19years old long black hair black eyes, light skin 5'9" tall 140 pounds. 34c-27-34 witch is skinny for a girl that tall. on a scale of 1 to 10 i'd give her a 8.8.

i have a friend hes good as gold. will bend over backwards to help anyone. not bad looking hes 44 years old and only had sex 1 time. we found that out a few weeks before. he admited it to us for some reason.

and my daughter found out the same day i did and she gives him hell over it rubs up aganst him just giving him a hard time. all in good fun. well after that night she didn't stop she does it every time he comes over now. i told her one day girl hes going to think you really want to do him. and try. then what are you going to do.

she laughed and said daddy if he wasn't your best friend i'd fuck him just out of pitty. but hes good looking to be older than dirt. i laughed and said hey kid hes younger than me. and she said i know.

a couple days later i ask her was you serious about fucking john. and she said sure. i told her lets call him to come over for a BBQ and a swim. and right after we eat i will go in the house and in a couple minutes i will come back out and say robert broke down and i need to go pull him home. and leave you 2 alone.

she looked at me and ask you wont get pissed and hold it aganst him. i said girl if sister mary was here i'd try to get her to fuck the poor man. we both laughed.

she pic'd up the phone and called him. and invited him to a BBQ and he said ok. i went with her to pic out her swim suit and i almost pic'd out a g string. but she has one pink one that always shows a great camel toe.

after we ate made small talk my phone rang it wasn't anything inportant. but when i hung up i told john i had to go pull robert in because he broke down. he wanted to go to but i told him no stay here with her and i wont be gone long.

i jumped in my truck and headed to robert's just to visit and i was there in 5 minutes and we was talking when my phone rang. i ansered it and it was lisa. she said john wont fuck her because of you and was about to leave. i told her to put him on the phone.
when he said hello i said john my daughter is hot dont you think. he said well well well yea. i told him to get naked get his dick and stick it in her mouth. and when it gets hard stick it in her pussy and fuck her and hung up the phone.

about 30 minutes later she called and said hes happy now you can come home. i told her when i get done with the races i will be there.
about 10 minutes later she called again and said dont come home hes ready again. this happend for about 5 hours call you can come home and call and say dont come home .

i finnaly went home and he was asleep on the lounge chair. i looked out the window and seen him sleeping i didn't know where she was at the time. but she was taking a shower. i walked out to the patio and kicked his chair and he jumped up and i yell what the fuck did you do to my daughter. he jumped back about 5 foot saying you told me to you told me to. i'm sorry man. he was almost crying. i tried not to but i started laughing so hard i thought i was going to pass out.
lisa came out and told him its ok hes the one that set it up in the first place. and NO it wasn't a pitty fuck. i liked you along time. BUT dont get me wrong it was just fun. and a one time deal. john said ok and ask me your was ok with this really.

it took us about a hour to prove it was ok and i wasn't going ot kill him.
after he left she told me that little 5'4" 125 pound man was hung like a horse. she said she found a tape and it was 8 1/2 and almost 2 inches wide the bigest she has ever seen. then she told me once he gave in and she started sucking his dick he came in about 2 minutes. and when it got hard again and they fucked he came in about 2 or 3 minutes but after it got hard again she had to stop him because he was about to rip her apart a few times.

then she ask me if she brought a friend over could they fuck him again or was it just a one time only deal.

so after we talked we made a deal she can fuck him and she can bring friends over too, but i dont want to be left out. and she said ok. sherry, denise,and cassy will fuck you in a heart beat. because they told her they would if you wasn't my daddy. infact i think most of my friends will they all love you. they say your the coolist dad ever.
so we will see.
WELL MAYBE SHE IS A WHORE

I still replay that New Year's Eve in my head sometimes, the way everything shifted from playful to something heavier, slower, more dangerous.Michele and I had claimed our usual high-top near the dance floor at that downtown lounge—low lights, slow jazz, the kind of place where the air itself feels thick with anticipation. She was wearing that black dress again, the one that looked poured over her body: tight enough to show every curve, low-cut enough to draw eyes like gravity, thin spaghetti straps that kept slipping just a fraction with every movement. Her skin glowed under the warm bulbs, and when she laughed at something I said, the neckline dipped and rose in a way that made my throat go dry.We'd already had a couple of drinks, trading lazy kisses and stupid resolutions for the new year. Our glasses were empty again."I'll get the next round," she said, sliding out of the booth. She leaned over the table, gave me a slow, teasing kiss—tongue just brushing mine—then whispered against my lips, "Be good while I'm gone."I watched her cross the room. The dress moved with her like it was alive, hugging her ass, swaying with her hips. A few heads turned. Mine stayed locked on her.She reached the bar, leaned in to order, hair falling forward over one shoulder. That's when he stepped up beside her. Dark suit, easy smile, the kind of guy who knows exactly how tall he is and how to use it. He said something; she laughed—that bright, unguarded sound I usually get credit for. My stomach gave a small, familiar twist. Nothing new. Michele flirted like it was small talk.He kept talking. She kept smiling. Then he nodded toward the dance floor, palm open in invitation. She glanced back at me across the room. Our eyes met. She gave me that little half-smile, the one that says "this is harmless, right?" I lifted my chin in a go-ahead nod, smirking like it was no big deal.She didn't come back with drinks.Instead she let him take her hand and lead her out onto the floor just as the band eased into another slow number—saxophone dragging the tempo down to a pulse.At first it was innocent enough. His hands settled on her hips, fingers resting lightly over the black fabric. Hers draped loosely around his neck. They swayed together, bodies close but not pressed, moving in that easy rhythm couples fall into when they're testing boundaries.But the song stretched, and so did the space between them.His hands slid lower. Not suddenly—just a slow, deliberate drift until his palms cupped the full curve of her ass through the dress. He pulled her in gently but firmly, closing the last few inches until her breasts pressed against his chest. She didn't resist. If anything, her body softened into his, hips rolling with his in perfect sync.One of his hands stayed low, kneading her ass with slow, possessive circles while the other climbed her back—fingers tracing the bare skin above the dress's low back, then slipping under one spaghetti strap. He hooked it with a fingertip and eased it down her shoulder, just enough to bare more skin. She tilted her head back slightly, exposing the long line of her throat. He took the invitation—lowered his mouth to the side of her neck, lips brushing, then pressing open-mouthed kisses along her pulse.Her fingers tightened in the back of his hair. She arched a little, pressing herself tighter against him. I could see the way her thighs brushed his with each slow grind, the way her dress rode up an inch or two on her legs as she moved. His hand on her ass squeezed harder, pulling her hips flush so there was no mistaking the heat between them. She let out a small, breathy laugh against his ear—too quiet for me to hear, but I knew that sound. It was the one she made when she was turned on and pretending she wasn't.The countdown started.The room exploded with voices—ten, nine, eight…They didn't break apart. If anything, they moved slower, more deliberately. His mouth found hers just as the count hit five. Not a polite New Year's peck. A deep, hungry kiss—his tongue sliding past her lips, her head tilting to give him better access. One hand stayed locked on her ass while the other cradled the back of her neck, fingers threading into her hair to hold her exactly where he wanted her.Three… two… one…Confetti rained. Cheers erupted. Horns blared. And in the middle of it all, Michele was still kissing him—slow, filthy, unhurried—her body molded to his, one leg hooked lightly around his calf like she needed the leverage.When they finally broke apart, her lips were swollen, lipstick smeared at the corner of her mouth. The fallen strap still hung off her shoulder, exposing the top curve of her breast almost to the edge of decency. She said something to him—short, private, teasing—then brushed her thumb across his lower lip like she was memorizing the taste.Then she turned and walked back to me.The crowd parted for her. Cheeks flushed, hair mussed, dress slightly askew, that post-kiss glow on her skin. She slid into the booth beside me, pressed her thigh tight against mine, and leaned in until her mouth was at my ear."Happy New Year, Robert," she whispered, voice low and wrecked. Her hand found my leg under the table, nails dragging lightly up my inner thigh. "Did you like the show?"I caught her chin, turned her face to mine, and kissed her—hard, claiming, tasting champagne and him and the edge of something new."Yeah," I said against her mouth, voice rough. "I liked it."She smiled—slow, wicked, unapologetic—and settled against my side, one hand still on my leg, the thin strap of her dress still dangling off her shoulder.The band started another song.And the night was nowhere near over.

Looking for quality bondage art like this one from Gary Roberts, particularly lolita. Got any?