Now that's a real fucking! It's not doing some dude who lies on his back on the bed the whole time, and you're doing all the work.
I'm talking face down ass up you're holding onto the sheets for some traction! And what happens if you make the often fatal decision to show him who is fucking who? He starts pounding ya harder.
Afterwards, you think, hmm you know that's not so bad, I don't have to tell anyone exactly everything, just that I got fucked into next week.
"Oh jesus christ, what time is it? Is it saturday? Sunday? Where am I supposed to be? Damnit I met this guy and we hit if off and I'll be damned he fucked me into next week!"