Jak & Daxter: Safety - Chapter Three
The female ottsel, meanwhile, replied only with a interested smile, as if curious to see where this would go. ~ ~ ~ an hour into the ottsel bath, the drink tray lay empty on the sink.
Jak & Daxter: Safety - Chapter Eight
ottsels in white jumpsuits walked around with computerized tablets, sliding sliders and pressing buttons on vast control panels. leaning over one railing, a scruffy little ottsel watched with wide blue eyes.
Jak & Daxter: Safety - Chapter One
For one, an ottsel on each shoulder never threw out his back like carrying just dax did. this earned him a few stray looks around town, but when you're the city's savior-on-tap, people cut you slack for being a budding ottsel hoarder.
Jak & Daxter: Safety - Chapter Five
The greenish ottsel cocked an eyebrow. "wastelander wendy doesn't believe in pants? or was daxter just too proud to wear them?" the shorter ottsel laughed. "doll pants are not made for the anatomically correct."
Jak & Daxter: Right Tool for the Job
The green-haired ottsel sighed at his assistant's sass. "small flathead?" "and now yer comin' up with unflatterin' nicknames for me." the orange ottsel clattered through the toolbox, then slapped a screwdriver into his friend's grasp.
Jak & Daxter: Safety - Chapter Nine
With a surge of light, the glowing blue ottsel cried out in passion.
Jak & Daxter: Safety - Warm Up
More to ottsel goodness come! : ) -tempo
[Jak and Daxter] The Off Days: Such A Great Pal
The ottsel comments again in a whimsical manner, "'m gonna do s'm'thin' real nice fer you, pal." that comment had me wondering.
Jak & Daxter: Staff Training
Jak looked up from a zoomer enthusiast magazine at the frantic ottsel. his eyebrows rose at the loudmouthed ottsel. he didn't venture a guess.
Jak & Daxter: Pet Project - Path of Leash Resistance
The ottsel squirmed and looked back at his boyfriend. a cool tinge of evaporation traced the tip of his cock as jak massaged ottsel precum around it.
Jak & Daxter: Pet Project - Follow My Lead
With a final swallow, she lapped the last of the salty ottsel flavor from his length. as she sat up, a gossamer strand of ottsel jizz sparkled between her jawline and dax's balls.
Jak & Daxter: Safety - Chapter Four
Desperate, delicate ottsel paws clutched at tousled fur. he closed his eyes, knowing he shouldn't look. still, by virtue of his ottsel ears, he could hear everything. gasped pleasure and moaned entreatments stirred the silence of the bedroom.