He doesn't get the chance to figure it out

Angelina pushes him further down into the bed, as she moved up into a position, where her panty covered pussy was right above his face.

"enjoying the view?" she innocently asked, as she pulled her moist panties aside, revealing folds of skin surrounding her already wet slit.

Harry barely got his mouth open to answer, before she pressed her pussy down. Even briefly shocked, Harry quickly got the messages and started to suck and lick her sweet musky cunt.

Not having a clue of what he was doing, Harry just pushed his tongue in between her folds, licking her wet sex, while he did his best to suck with his lips, basely french kissing her pussy.

Hoping that enthusiasm would make up for his lag of experience.

Angelina not even trying to hold back her moans at this point was running one of her hands through Harry's already unruly hair. Pressing his head deeper into her, as she started to grind her lower body against his face.

Her other hand was busy fondling her breasts, pinching away at her nipples and kneading the flesh softly, as her pussy and Harry's face grew wet with her fluids and his drool.

Trying to keep his tongue running along her insides, Harry gripped her ass cheeks, his fingers sinking into her soft flesh. As he desperately trying to keep his tongue inside Angelina, as she kept rubbing her pussy back and forth against his face.

Harry shouldn't hold back his moan as he tasted her juice, which started to flow freely from her folds.
As he swirled his tongue inside her, he should feel her inner walls cleanse around it.
Tasting the excitement of his captain on every inch of the twitching pink muscle he licked, earning soft moans and little gasps of pleasure in return.

"Mmm, now that's good," Angelina purrs as she slowed down her moment, lething Harry's tongue takes over.
Taking her words as encouragement he pushed deeper inside her, probing as far into her slit as his tongue would reach.
Before Harry shifted his attention back towards the entrance of her pussy, where Angelina's squeal of pleasure made him focus on the flesh just under her clit, before his attention shifted to the throbbing rosebud. Wrapping his lip around the hood and sucking.

"f-fuck" Angelina's reaction was instant, her tights squeezed Harry's head in between them, with enough **** that Harry thought his head would pop right off!

Hands that before had claiming down on her ass, soon busied themself with the fruitless task of trying to pry Angelina's toned legs open again.

All the while Harry's tongue had **** by continues mercilessly molesting Angelina's clit. Her hips started bucking again, pushing against his face, sinking it deeper into the bed.
Forcing Harry's tongue lower with her moment, making him shoot it into her cunt once more.

Her juices are practically flowing like a river now, smearing across Harry's chin. As she's building up to her climax,
she has an increasingly hard time keeping her voice down, restraining herself from shouting whorish cries of pleasure to the heavens.
Her lush body trashed against Harry, as she was bucking her hips making her tits jiggle, her entire body convulsing with pleasure. Her hands covering her mouth to keep herself from screaming.

Then her orgasm hits, sending shocks through her body as came hard. Her juice plastering against Harry's face.

She rides out her intense orgasm for several moments before her muscles give out and poor Angelina collapses against the bedpost, trying her hardest to stay outright.
All the while Harry kept working away on her pussy, until her orgasm runs its course, leaving Angelina moaning Harry's name.

"Woah," Angelina finally manages to say, locking eyes with Harry, whose head was still in between her tights. She shouldn't hold back a giggle, as she said;
"I wouldn't mind making this regular thing, you have an absolute outrageous little tongue on you, Harry."

While Harry should only murmur in response as her pussy was still pressed down into his mouth. As the vibration made Angelina squirm, she moaned "Ugh t-too much!" Angelina whined, "It's too sensitive."
Raising herself up on her shins, she let out a deep sigh as she finally released Harry's mouth, leaving a long trail of drool from her fragrant folds to his mouth, before she broke the trail by moving her body further south.

Laying herself down beside Harry, with one of her hands laying itself down on his chest slowly feeling him up, as both of them caught their breath.
"Now then," Angelina said with a seductive look, as her hand started to move down his flat stomach before her fingers slowly started to go in under Harry's underwear. "What should we do about this?" She asked, as her hand grabbed the base of his hard dick, making Harry only able to gulp.

As his underwear was visibly stained with his precum.