Call me Karen if you want to, but this dude was not supposed to be in my hotel room. Why TF does this keep happening in these Vegas hotels? 

I went inside the room and there was a man just inside, wearing only a towel. After I freaked out, I realized his **huge cock was pitching a tent** under that towel. I kinda forgot that I was upset when I saw it… and all I wanted to do was get on my knees and see if I could get his **hard BBC down my throat.** I wanted to feel him inside me too… so when he turned me around, I lifted my leg up on the counter and **felt him stuff my pussy with his beer can cock**. 
This is ***Part 1 of Call Me Karen***