When we were first married, my MIL had one exactly like that one in the guest room and, of course, new hubby would want to get frisky (why is it men don’t care about those things?), but you could hear the darn thing squeak all over the house. I think she got a perverse pleasure out of that…the old witch!
I think it was when Belle and Philip were living in the loft they had a leather couch and it used to make gawd-awful noises too. It always made me laugh and wonder if they weren’t supressing a giggle or two also.