The room is filled with the symphony of sex, a crescendo of sounds that paint a vivid picture without the need for sight. The wet, sucking sound of lips meeting, the sharp inhale of breath as fingers trace sensitive flesh, the low moan that builds and builds until it's released in a guttural cry of ecstasy. The sound of flesh meeting flesh, the slapping of skin against skin, the wet, squelching sound of penetration - it's all there, a auditory feast that leaves the imagination running wild.