She had a cute little button nose, which enhanced her innocent appearance.

Her nostrils were oval-shaped and flared when she was feeling horny. At that moment her nostrils were flaring very wide, as she was picking up a scent.

It was an odor that Tamara had never smelled before.

But it took her only a fraction of a second to figure out what it was.

This was the smell of her own womanhood. The scent of her pussy. The musky odor of her swollen cunt! The little girl could hear herself making tiny gurgling noises deep in her throat as she traced a circle around her dimpled bellybutton with the tip of the long fingernail at the tip of her right forefinger. She dipped the nail into her navel and let out a surprisingly sharp grunt of physical joy.

The scent of her pussy worked as a catalyst for her horniness. Tamara placed the balls of her feet flat on the crumbled bedspread.

The bed was already very damp from the hot perspiration of exertion that oozed from all of the little girl's pores.

She could feel the muscles in her thighs tensing, and she began to open and close her knees rapidly as if she were trying to fan the fire in her cunt.

She clutched at the bedspread with her tiny toes. Tamara stretched her thighs apart as far as she could get them.

The little girl pointed her knees at opposite walls of her bedroom.

The walls of her room were covered with, naturally, posters of beautiful horses running through fields of grain.

She began to stroke the insides of her own thighs.

Her moans of pleasure became steadily louder and higher in pitch.

The little girl placed the tips of her long unpolished fingernails way up near her breasts and stroked downward toward her crotch.

She stopped just shy of touching the outer lips of her cunt, which, of course, was where she needed the stroking most severely.