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« Last post by FEMMEFIGHT on Today at 10:29:24 AM »Dress Code Enforcement
The dormitory rules were clear, but Valentina Boux treated them like mere suggestions. She stood before the mirror, a portrait of brazen defiance. Her school skirt was hiked up, and her white shirt was unbuttoned so low that her midriff was bare and her tits were hanging out for all the world to see. To top off the infraction, she had ditched the regulation shoes for a pair of garish pink high heels. Zoe Page, the dormitory’s self-appointed guardian of order, stormed in and saw red. "You're going to get the whole house suspended with that slutty get-up!" she shrieked. Valentina just smirked, a provocation that pushed Zoe over the edge.
Zoe decided that if Valentina wouldn't wear the uniform properly, she wouldn't wear it at all. She launched herself at the brunette, tackling her onto the bed. The verbal altercation dissolved instantly into a vicious wrestling match. Hands grabbed at fabric, tearing at the plaid skirts until they were ripped from their waists and tossed aside. The fight rolled across the mattress, a blur of limbs and anger. Zoe, fueled by righteous fury, clawed at Valentina’s open shirt, stripping it completely off her shoulders.
But the chaos of battle consumes everyone. In her zeal to punish the rule-breaker, Zoe’s own uniform was torn open and shed. The room was soon littered with the remnants of their modesty. What started as a lecture ended with both girls panting on the bed, stripped down to their white underwear, the strict dress code forgotten in the heat of a raw, physical brawl. Zoe had proven her point: if you dress for trouble, you're going to find it.
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The dormitory rules were clear, but Valentina Boux treated them like mere suggestions. She stood before the mirror, a portrait of brazen defiance. Her school skirt was hiked up, and her white shirt was unbuttoned so low that her midriff was bare and her tits were hanging out for all the world to see. To top off the infraction, she had ditched the regulation shoes for a pair of garish pink high heels. Zoe Page, the dormitory’s self-appointed guardian of order, stormed in and saw red. "You're going to get the whole house suspended with that slutty get-up!" she shrieked. Valentina just smirked, a provocation that pushed Zoe over the edge.
Zoe decided that if Valentina wouldn't wear the uniform properly, she wouldn't wear it at all. She launched herself at the brunette, tackling her onto the bed. The verbal altercation dissolved instantly into a vicious wrestling match. Hands grabbed at fabric, tearing at the plaid skirts until they were ripped from their waists and tossed aside. The fight rolled across the mattress, a blur of limbs and anger. Zoe, fueled by righteous fury, clawed at Valentina’s open shirt, stripping it completely off her shoulders.
But the chaos of battle consumes everyone. In her zeal to punish the rule-breaker, Zoe’s own uniform was torn open and shed. The room was soon littered with the remnants of their modesty. What started as a lecture ended with both girls panting on the bed, stripped down to their white underwear, the strict dress code forgotten in the heat of a raw, physical brawl. Zoe had proven her point: if you dress for trouble, you're going to find it.
https://femmefight.com/