I know one provider who cusses like a sailor (self-described) when she comes. She always apologizes for how loud she is. It would be annoying except it seems genuine and a fit for her personality.  It’s more funny that a turn-on.

When the lady is too quiet, I worry that she's not enjoying it enough. One of my retired favorites, Eva Fox, did go a bit overboard with the dirty talk, but it was always accompanied by orgasms that shook her whole body.

I've got no problem...

with a gal who moans, screams and is vocal as hell. I'll just get loud as well. Let's entertain everyone in the hotel!  

 
Hey, it's a far better thing for her to moan and scream in bed than out, lol.

I spent an hour with a porn star one evening and she was yelling like we were filming a scene.  I knew it was fake, but i didn't mind.  I was really annoyed by her volume.  Hotel walls are thin!!

Off the top of my head, I've only been with one overly loud woman. It was her incall, so whatever. I liked it. Hopefully I have a reason to plan a trip back to her area relatively soon.

It’s definitely a turn on if she really means it, or at least if she can convincingly act like she really’s really enjoying me so much that it makes her scream and shout and beg for my cum. Honestly I don’t care if it’s real or fake, so long as her moans appear genuine.  

But it’s definitely a turn off if it comes off like she’s just going through the motions, in which case I’d rather she just shut up.

love it when a girl moans ..or passionate dirty talk .. i love it when a girl is like that and gets in my head .. really intensified the mood ...but only if it at least sounds real ..   fake is the worst. ..   but real or even just meant for kind encouragement is great ...   as for me .. i am lucky ....  my wife Screams during sex .............especially when i walk in on her    

Bed shaking, slurpy , ball slapping, grunting, sweating , profanity laden sex.   Love it.  

Let’s add in crying.  I love when they are loud and criers

if she's thrashing around and yelling like she's giving birth, I find it distracting and silly.  A few well placed moans, a sigh and a throaty whispered "fuck me" is much more likely to convince me than the diner scene from When Harry Met Sally.

I knew one real loud one ... her apartment was in a wooded area ... still occasionally I had to kinda cover her mouth while in action...

I tend to be a little vocal myself sometimes.  More in the dirty talk line than screaming.  
whispered profanities are more a turn on to me than screams.  

If she makes me believe...

I had a friend like that..she was funny ,* Me Slow Sensual Moaning

I have gotten a little loud a few tines..
When I Laugh allmost to tears..is even better
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I love it, love it, love it.

Of course, I'm only talking about the genuine article. If she's clearly faking it or going for an Academy Award, it's a complete turn-off for me.

The real thing, though, turns me on all the way, especially if the woman is normally one of those prim and proper types outside of the bedroom, or even if she's an escort who's usually kind of quiet or timid. When I'm fucking, I don't care who the hell knows it, nor do I care if others outside of those four walls think that the woman and I are just putting on a show and faking it. As long as it's because she and I are really into the sex to the point that were bleating like beasts, who the hell cares what others think?

I get loud too, a low, gutteral groaning through gritted teeth that escalates to a room-shattering growl. If my mouth is too close to her ear, the woman can't take it. I'm the exact opposite, I love it when a woman screams like a banshee into my ear, even if her mouth is close enough to touch it. I love it when we're both loud, that high-pitched scream of the woman's voice mixed with the deep low-pitched shout of my voice making a sex symphony that penetrates walls. As far as the difference between a woman making unintelligible utterances or screaming actual words, it's all the same to me, I love both.

I remember being in a no-tell motel where we were in competition with the couple in the next room; they were just as loud as we were.

Once, in Panama at a civvie's house, she had to reach for the nearest thing she could find to shut me up, it was her panties. I was digging her out missionary style and she had nosey neighbors. We laughed about it later.

A while back I was doing some research on sex talk during intercourse and came (no pun) to material very similar to this one.  

https://www.google.com/search?client=firefox-b-1-d&q=why+do+guys+say+the+are+cumming

Begs a good question, why do men announce they are cumming before, cumming?  

Do women appreciate the warning, is it sexy, or just an announcement the white stuff is arriving in seconds.

I have my own thoughts on the matter, and experience, however very interested in others point of view.

i often....oh wait...are you talking about me or the woman im with? ...i love hearing voices from above when giving head...i dont mind screamers when fucking, if its real and not part of"the show!"....will say,im excited by the sounds,smells,and tastes of real sexual exchanges...i love the truth and if are sex gets you there...SAY IT!!!

Pillow

Only once did I have a VERY loud fucker.  I had her doggy style Greek half on and half off the bed, she was probably putting on a show; fortunately we were in a hotel room, with hotel pillows, that I don’t have to clean or explain.  So I pushed her head face first into the pillow with enthusiasm. For variety, I ultimately wound up grabbing the sides of the pillow and using it as a bit/gag.  I didn’t care for the noise, but fun to use the pillow!  At the end, no bullshit, there was a face on the pillow wearing base, lipstick, and mascara.

when dirty talk, not filthy talk, pushed me over the finish line.  Moaning and groaning is all well and good but it’s always amazed me that just a few words in a sultry voice can make all the difference.  The gals that can do this without it coming off as forced or mechanical always get repeat business from me.

I’d have to vote in first place for moaning and second place for screaming.  However, only if it’s real.  I hate it when it’s fake.  If I am at a hotel would prefer moaning over screaming to reduce chances of complaints to the front desk.  But if I am at her apartment or home she can scream all she wants!

I was checking in at a motel for an outcall session, the escort would be arriving later as soon as I sent her the room number. The clerk, a guy, surreptitiously asked me if needed "company". I asked, "Oh, you have chicas available here?" It made me think that I was bringing sand to the beach! Hell, if they had women right there at the motel* . . .

"No," he said, "but we have some on call. You look through the photos, pick the one you want, and we get her to you."
I told him I already had someone arranged for that day, but I would keep it in mind.
A few weeks later, I went back there stag so that I could try out this promotion. I checked in and they told me someone would be at my room with the pictures soon. At my room, young guy showed up, and I expected him to hand me a book of pictures, sort of like an album or catalog. Instead, he showed me his cell phone photo gallery and swiped through the ladies for me to make my choice.  It made me wonder why they didn't just give me the agency's link and let me go from there. It turned out that with the motel getting their cut, it was going to cost much much more than the going rate. Maybe that's why they were so cagey. Fine, I'm here and I'm horny, let's do this.

I picked a woman based on a single photo of her and her name alone, a ROOKIE MISTAKE, I would find out later! Zero knowledge of what I was getting, zero research on my part, zero background, zero reviews, I let the little head do all the thinking. They assured me she'd be there in 15 minutes.

I always go for the mutual shower with escorts, but after waiting 25 minutes for a 15-minute arrival, I showered alone to save time once she arrived.  About 45 minutes after the promised hour, the knock on the door came and my princess arrived. Instead of the 40-something tall and slender brunette I had glimpsed at on a photo for 3 seconds before my dick said YES, age-wise, the one who came prancing through the door could have been her daughter. From top to bottom, she was the exact opposite of everything that gets my dick hard.  
First, she had bright blue florescent hair. I don't know if it was dyed or a wig, but I hate that crap anyway.  
Next, her face was caked with blue and green makeup that must have been applied with a  spackling gun, and her false eyelashes looked like strands of caterpillar antennae and were bespeckled with gold colored stripper glitter. I believe the thick makeup was for hiding her acne.
She had a mouth full of braces.
She was short and chubby.
Her boobs were straining upwards from the push-up bra that almost had them popping free with every step she took. I do NOT like the slutty look.
Her entire midriff was showing, it was a muffintop that flopped out from under the bra and halter top and curved back towards her non-existent waistline before disappearing in its own folds at the tops of her thighs, thick hammy thighs that rubbed together when she walked and could be heard quite audibly from a distance.
Completing the slutty look that turns me off, a plaid schoolgirl skirt was wrapped around the vicinity of where a waist should be. Personally, I associate that fetishism with pedophilia, and I am NOT a fan.
Her feet were planted into what looked like a pair of orthopedic support shoes, probably to help her maneuver her ungainly body around with more ease. The soles were at least 3 to 4 inches of thick rubber from heel to toe, compensating for her short height. The shoes were white canvas and were designed to pass as tennis shoes, certainly to accompany the schoolgirl image. I was not amused.
Lastly, it turns out she was only 19 years old. Gee, my lucky day! My go-to is for older women, usually 35 and above.

A hard dick doesn't throw a fish back into the water, and since she was already late anyway and my time was short, my dick told me that pussy is pussy, let's do this.

She showered and emerged in even less-inspiring lingerie. This incident was so long ago that I can't remember if she tried to get away with a CBJ, but I do know I normally insist on a BBBJ or no oral at all. Neither can I remember if I succumbed to a CBJ, or if she did the BBBJ, but I don't remember having enjoyed it too much no matter which one she did.

I had her stop, lie down face-up and I went down on her, and that's where my answer to this post's question (finally) comes in. Almost as soon as I spread her legs and had my face close to her puffy labia, the fake moaning began. I had barely even touched her yet! At first, I was just a mere annoyance, so I ignored it, concentrating on what I was doing, what like to do. I figured if I could clamp my head between her HoneyBaked Specials, my ears could be suffocated sufficiently to muffle the noise. A few minutes later, I was ready to climb the next rung of the ladder.

I donned a man-ho cover and we were off to the races in K9 and then missionary. The fake moaning never stopped. I needed to get my nut and get out of there, so I endured it. By the way, there was no LFK nor DFK, either because she wasn't into it or because I wasn't attracted to her, I can't remember which.

As I got closer to blast off, she read my body's signals and ramped up the fake moaning to fake screeching and screaming levels. According to her "script", I was the biggest she had ever had, the best, the greatest, it was so deep, so hard, she was calling out deities, she had never orgasmed so much in her life, I was an animal, she couldn't stop cumming, she was so glad we had met, yadda, yadda, yadda.  Where's a sock when you need one? I bet I could have stopped thrusting and pulled out completely, she probably would have continued on autopilot because that's what some pimp had beat her into believing men like it. I kept going, though, meh, a warm place to put it is a warm place to put it. I fired off a full salvo into the Trojan, paid her the agency fee but no tip, and I sent her packing. I did NOT include the perfunctory "I'll be asking for you next time I'm here" or "We have to do this again". Enough is enough.

Lesson learned: stick with the tried and true practices.

 
*More than a decade ago, it wasn't uncommon for a couple of love motels I frequented to be the hub of escorts for incall and outcall sessions; the women were right there in various rooms and at check-in, all a client had to do was let reception know that he'd like to see a presentation, within 10 to 15 minutes, a bevy of women would parade into his room from whom he would select his special of the day. Sometimes there were only 3 or 4 women, oftentimes as many as 9 or 10. Once, I'm sure the procession was 12 to 15 women they sent into my room, they were packed in there shoulder-to-shoulder, and the way they came spilling in one after another, it was like a clown car at the circus. Each one looked sexier than the one before, it was true sensory overload.  
I stopped hobbying for a few years before getting back into it, so I wasn't aware of this service still exists, especially with everything behind more internet-based these days, and with COVID.

Moans of pleasure!

Since when is screaming and moaning a problem? I think they are a form of sexual communication.
They cause a very hot climate. Passionate sex and demonstration that you enjoy it.
I love being able to moan, and that my partner also screams with pleasure.
The desire to continue with quality sex increases.