You can manage a show...

"I'd like a show," you say quietly. Jessica's eyes light up as she looks into yours.

"Good. Go into the living room, close the shades, and sit on the couch. I'll be there in a few minutes." She leans in to kiss you softly.

You practically run back to the living room, slamming the shades down and plopping down on the couch, waiting for your girlfriend. After a few minutes, she walks in wearing her lingerie, a little black teddy that you bought for her on your birthday (how thoughtful of you!). She only wears it on certain nights, when she wants to get fucked. This can only lead to good things, you decide.

"Ready for a show?" she asks. You nod, and she pulls out a video camera, setting it on top of the tv. You look up at her, amazed. "I'll videotape one sexual act if you want to, under the condition that only you or I will ever watch it. Can you promise that this won't get around to your friends?"

You nod. Jess walks over to you, and pulls off your shirt, then unbutton your pants. You kick off your shoes as Jess pulls off your socks and pants, leaving a tent in your boxers. She kisses you, then slides the lingerie down her shoulders, letting her tits spring free. She slips out of it soon after, looking down at you hungrily. You quickly slide out of your shorts, and Jess looks at you. She kisses you softly, and her lips travel around your neck for a few minutes. You watch your cock bob and pulse as your girlfriend's mouth works amazing magic on your body.

"I said one sexual act... Which one do you want to see, over and over again?"