Not your cup of tea
ottsel hid any dismay he had that the tall hare had been the one to turn down the tea, being the taller of the two, and indeed taller than ottsel.
Jak & Daxter: Safety - Chapter Seven
The ottsel winced. "he's got ya there, dax." the greenish ottsel looked back at his companion. "maybe you'd have better luck with the monks."
Jak & Daxter: Safety - Chapter Two
"first rule of being an ottsel: cuddles solve everything." ~ ~ ~ jak awoke in a tangle of warm ottsel. not for the first time--dax had always been happy to curl up next to him and had insisted to tess it was just what ottsels did.
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.
Not A Relationship Type of Guy
As cal began to grind his cock against kip's tail, the ottsel's cock pressed against his belly, and the ottsel gave another approving squeak. pressed body to body, grinding a kissing, cal enjoyed the ottsel's warmth and softness.
Jak & Daxter: Safety - Chapter Six
Its heady musk titillated her ottsel instincts. she turned her attention to the other ottsel, lowering her paw to let him catch a wiff. "you turned on too, jak?"
Jak & Daxter: Oral Exercises
#20 of jak & daxter ottsels love to tease each other. they also love to get mouthy. you do the math. jak & daxter: oral exercises by tempo ~ ~ ~ purrs echoed through the small bedroom above the naughty ottsel.
Jak & Daxter: Safety - Warm Up
More to ottsel goodness come! : ) -tempo
Jak & Daxter: Safety - Chapter Nine
With a surge of light, the glowing blue ottsel cried out in passion.
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 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.