The sounds of pleasure set my imagination and libido on fire. The idea that hearing the guttural noises of my building ecstasy might arouse you only adds fuel to my fire. That hearing me might tempt you to join in. I only need to hear a sharp intake of breath and maybe an involuntary moan or curse for encouragement. Words become superfluous as climaxing becomes irresistible and waves of pleasure radiate though every nerve in your body and you try to ride the feeling without passing out.
I'd rather find out you're not interestrd before I make a fool of myself. Talk to me and we'll see what happens.