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The rhythmic pounding of drums fills the air as I lose myself in the beat, unaware of the passionate symphony playing in the next room. My parents' moans, muffled yet distinct, create an unexpected accompaniment, stirring something primal within me. I pause, listening, imagining their bodies entwined, their pleasure mounting. Unable to resist the allure, I slip a hand beneath my waistband, stroking myself in time with their unheard rhythm.