Well, I must admit, the woman in OP's pic is surely attractive (to me, but not to most). I like the idea of contrast; my skeletal bones pressed and trapped under the spillage of her rotund fortress. Crushed and gasping as she fucks me. Chucks me. Kneading and sneeding her doughy mass. She pounding me deeper into the mattress, I positioning my pelvis at each lunge to ensure it survives another day. The dull throb of my internal organs aching under the crush of her belly. But I don't want her to stop. I reach out only to grab and immerse myself in total tactile pleasure. Each thrust brings me closer to death; her weight acting as mutual destruction for the both of us. Mine via gravity and hers via arteries (or lack thereof). It is thus a pity to know that these bellowing beasts teeter more on the side of "submissive" than dominant, which ultimately means that they will lie down (in slothful gluttony) and do naught, while I am atop, pleasing them (in truth and in sooth, there is something submissive in being a 'top,' since this position requires me to do all the work while she takes all the spoils, so when I am forced to take this role, I headcanon myself as the slave and her as the master, pounding and pleasing til her butter-stuffed-heart's content).